The page A repository of wistful visions rejected dreams and hopeful tomorrows Where soul laid bare and judgement is subjective A yearning undefined in abstract verse Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
Tag: imagination
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 #Name Your Number Challenge Click here for info and to join in!
Empty Pages
Empty pages
waiting
Wordless
anticipation
The pages
are much more
patient
than I
I wish to fill them
with dreams
memories
and desires
They are the depository
for hopes
aspirations
and fantastical imaginaries.
Fingers poised
above the keyboard
anxious to begin
The empty pages
wait
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Just Your Imagination
Churning thoughts blacken petals Inward visions cast doubts Expanding on the ordinary Illusions of Control never given Delusions made reality Just Imagination. Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson *This is in response to Sue Vincent's #writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in on all the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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.
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.
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.
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