Slivers


Slivers of heart
carved away

each
minuscule
and

hardly missed

over time
cleaved

then
resume their place
try to fit

now
a new heart

a different
heart

a little worse
for wear

flesh
now calcified  

each wound
hardly perceived

Copyright © 2020 Penny Wilson

 

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The Gift of Prayer


For many years, I considered myself an agnostic.  I had questioned the existence of God.  Several events in my life caused me to change that view.  Probably the biggest influence in my change of heart, is my BFF, Denise.  I’ve written about Denise several times here.

Denise and I have been close for 40+ years now.  I wrote sort of a tribute to her that you can see HERE.

When Denise was diagnosed with lung cancer, I wrote about her and her struggle HERE and asked for prayers.

Well, those prayers have been answered!  To a point.  Denise went to the hospital July 2nd to have a 2nd biopsy done on the spot in her lung.  It was supposed to be a day trip, meaning she would be home, tucked into her own bed by that night.  12 days later, she was finally allowed to go home!!

It turns out that the 1st biopsy was a botched job.  They collapsed her lung and left her hemorrhaging, bleeding into her own lung.  This was unknown until her 2nd biopsy.

Her 2nd biopsy was done at a different hospital, different doctor too.  During the 2nd biopsy they discovered the hemorrhage and tried to get a piece of the spot to biopsy.  Things didn’t go well.  I’ll cut the story short here.  It turns out, her lung collapsed 3 times during this visit.  Once was a Code Blue.  They couldn’t get the hole in her lung to seal up, it kept wanting to collapse.  The doctor then decided he needed to just go in and remove the spot in her lung.  During this process they also had to remove one of the lobes inside that lung.

It was about 5 more days before her lung closed up enough for them to send her home.

The whole process was horrifyingly scary for her, me and her kids.  She thought she was going to die.  Her kids thought she was going to die.  Everyone thought she was going to die.

When she came out of surgery, she was supposed to be in the ICU for several days.  She was there ONE night before they moved her to a regular room.  She was up and WALKING that next day as well.

LOTS of prayers were being said for this dear woman.  I firmly believe that God has had a hand in her recovery, that prayers were being answered.  To all of you that said prayers for my Dear Friend, THANK YOU.

Denise isn’t completely out of the woods yet.  They still need to test what they removed from her lung and give her a final determination.  Hopefully, they got it all and it’s a done deal.  So if you would please continue to keep Denise in your prayers, I would really appreciate it.

A final point that I would like to mention here.  Through Denise, I was given the gift of prayer. To behold it’s true power.  Even if you are not a “religious” person, (and believe me, I get that) I feel that if you simply put positive thoughts, wishes, feelings out into the universe, those positive things will come back to you in positive ways.  If you put negativity out, that’s what you get back.

How can I possibly thank someone that has given me the Gift of Prayer?

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 

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Existence


Mere existence
pales 
the eyes

weeping their color
onto 
worn steps

Recoiling from
breath
to diminish
subsistence 

Existence 
has become 

trivial 
parody  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 
* All is well, my friends. This is just something that 
I've been plucking at for weeks. It finally feels 
complete. A bit dark, but I hope you like my creative attempt.
 
 
 

 

My First Elfchen


My Dear Friend, Chuck, over at The Reluctant Poet has been nudging me about my writing.  I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump lately and Chuck suggested that I try the poetry form of Elfchen poems.  Elfchen poems consist of just 11 words constructed in a particular format.  Below is my first attempt.  I hope you like it.
Love
from you
not just today
but for all time
cherished.
Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

Unity


Just under
the surface 
lies hidden 

Hatred   

Hatred 
fogs the mind  

Hands 
that can build 
that can breath life 
into each of us 
turn to 
fists  

Voices 
cry out 
against 
the hate  

Two strides forward today 

we pray
only
one stride back 

We stumble 
seeking answers
seeking
unity

Today
and tomorrow

Forward  

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

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