Posted in Poetry, Writing

Don’t Fall in Love With a Writer

Don't fall in love with a writer, 
a dreamer, a poet.  

They'll pour out 
their heart on paper, 

scribbling promises of love, 
riches and nights spent in bliss.  

This idealist, would rather be in 
the imaginary world they've created, 

weaving magical spells 
and capturing imaginations.  

In this world, every moment can be 
the romantic rapture we all seek, 

or the excitement 
of adventures untold.  

They spend their time daydreaming of 
the next chapter, the next verse.  

You see, reality could never measure up 
to the fantasies they create 
for themselves.  

Don't fall in love
with a writer.

Copyright 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
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Posted in Poetry, Writing

Empty Pages

Empty pages 


The pages
are much more
than I

I wish to fill them
with dreams
and desires 

They are the depository
for hopes
and fantastical imaginaries.

Fingers poised
above the keyboard
anxious to begin

The empty pages

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson


Posted in Poetry

Just Your Imagination


Churning thoughts 
blacken petals

Inward visions 
cast doubts

Expanding on the 

Illusions of Control 
never given

Delusions made reality

Just Imagination.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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Posted in Prose, Uncategorized, Writing

Safe Haven

** I have been having a hell of a time writing anything worth posting lately!  The last couple of weeks, I’ve wanted to participate in Sue’s #Write Photo challenge, but nothing comes.  😦   I forced myself to sit down at the keyboard and stare at the dammed white page until something came.  It is a complete surprise what came of this.  See below.  I hope you enjoy.    

Safe Haven–

The page before me glares back.  The cursor’s unwavering blink is about to drive me to madness.  I hear the clock tick and my own heartbeat between my ears.  All else has fallen away.

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Posted in Prose, Writing

Play it Again


**I came across this in my archives from 2014 while I was digging around for something and thought, “Damn! I LIKE that!”  🙂 I thought you might like to have a look at it today, just in case you missed it way back then.  I hope you enjoy this piece.  

Look at you, sitting there.  Blinking.  You’re daring me to defile your crisp, white page, aren’t you?

Look at your one straight line, mocking me.  You look back at me in defiance.  I hear you!  Your taunts.

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Posted in Prose, Writing

The Cursor


Look at you, sitting there.  Blinking.  You’re daring me to defile your crisp, white page, aren’t you?

Look at your one straight line, mocking me.  You look back at me in defiance.  I hear you!  Your taunts.

You don’t think I’ve got it in me, do you?

Some days, your constant, unwavering blinking is enough to drive me mad.

On these days, you bar the door, unyielding, to the bliss that waits for me beyond.

Then there are those enchanted days that I fall, head first, right past you.  I enter through the door that you hold the key to so tightly.  I pass the blinding white of your page, where the release of the written word is all…

Time stands still for me in these moments.  I am transported to the corners of my imagination.  Or I wander through the fields of my past; where nothing and no one exists unless I want them to.

This power is what I thirst for, beg for, need.

You bar my way.