Posted in Poetry

Living With the Wind

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay
She loved living 
with the wind
 
Her feet on the ground 
and her head in the clouds 

The wind took her 
by the hand and
she followed

Like a kite 
not meant to be 
earthbound 
 
She bestowed her love 
with abandon 
but her attentions 
were brief

For the wind
would call to her

Yet, like a fragrance 
you can't quite name...

for a few, 
she lingered
 
For those, 
she left longing 
in the night
never to be forgotten

And those few
whispered her name

Seeking the girl
living with the wind

  
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*Inspired by the poem by Charles Lindholm "She Had a Gypsy Heart" 

Posted in Poetry, Stories, Writing

Where the Crawdads Sing-Review

I so love this book, I am sure that it will be a classic read well after I am dead and gone. I’ve been wanting to write about this beautiful book for some time, but wanted to be sure that I had enough time to devote to it. To say that this book is Beautiful, is an understatement. It’s like reading poetry. But the story is so compelling that it pulls you in and carries you along for this achingly deep and gorgeous adventure right away. I was taken aback by the language used. I would gasp out loud and the eloquent way Delia Owens described things in this book. Lines that were so beautifully written, they will leave you in awe.  

This is what Amazon says about this book: 

For years, rumors of the “Marsh Girl” have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life–until the unthinkable happens.

Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps. 

Where the Crawdads Sing was written in 2018. I have no idea how I missed this book back then, but I am sure glad that I found it.  I haven’t had a book touch me this deeply or this profoundly in ages, if ever. I could gush on and on about this amazing author and book, but I have a better idea. READ THE BOOK. You will be glad that you did. I found this to be a little slow at first, but once the story got going, I couldn’t stop and finished it quite quickly.  

Enjoy! 

 

Posted in Poetry

Back Then

Yesterday's ink
gives a view
into my thoughts
of you
back then 

Back then
tomorrow was never
spoken

Today's view
has been tarnished
by the soot
on the panes of glass 

Smoke from the fire
that once burned   

For you

Back then

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry

When I Dream

When
I Dream
It's About You
always has been just
You 

No
other person
could ever be
my one and only 
Love

*Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson and Charles Robert Lindholm
All rights reserved.

**My Friend, Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet has joined me
again in a collaboration of this little poem. I hope that
you enjoyed it. Be sure to stop in at Chuck's blog and
explore his archives for some beautiful poetry!
Posted in Poetry

Reprised-Eternally Bound

The moon whispers 
his secrets
only to the sea

the sea rushes
to him
faint with passion

surging against the shore
reaching for her love

the moon blushes darker
swollen with desire

these lovers
distant lovers

each
never to caress
the other

yet
eternally bound

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*This is an older piece of mine that I came across and
decided to reprise it. It's one I've always really
liked. The idea of the moon and the sea in love with
each other but never being able to touch.
Posted in Poetry

REBLOG: Exhaling Infatuation Road — Invincible Verses

REBLOG: Please enjoy this Amazing piece by a Very Talented Writer. ❤

I coughed up a tangled fairy taleA translucent liquid composed of quicksandand psychedelic castles in the airDismay biting a breeze of reverberationLust was an unforgivable bottle of poisonTrapped between sincerity and admiration For you and the wind that wraps me up inclouds of dust, I surrenderFor you and the sensitivity that twinkles like a star, […]

Exhaling Infatuation Road — Invincible Verses
Posted in Poetry, Writing

When Dreams End

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 
*By Penny Wilson And Charles Robert Lindholm

Deep asleep 
and dreaming 

The vision 
of your face 

Came to me 
last night 

With sweet lips smiling 
and your eyes sparkling

You came to         
hold my hand                   
and walk with me
down memory lane     

I felt your touch 
and saw our love  

I can't wait until
the dreams end
and we can be 
together again

Dancing with the angels

where we have a 
never ending future
to share 

Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved – 05-26-2021 

*My Dear Friend, Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet collaborated with me on 
this poem. We bounced the piece back & forth via emails until we came up with
what you see here. It was a joy to work with Chuck. I hope you enjoy our
endeavor and that you will take a moment and visit Chuck's blog too!

Posted in Poetry, Writing

REBLOG: The Poet’s Prayer — Walt’s Writings

REBLOG: Please visit Walt’s blog to see more of his lovely poetry. This is a sample of one of his works. Please enjoy. ❤

The Poet’s Prayer I pray that my words have meaningthat they are of help to the reader that my mind always has ideasand that my pen never runs out of ink I ask the Lord Of Poetryto guide my handand to help me make suremy words have meaning I pray that He watches overmy fellow […]

The Poet’s Prayer — Walt’s Writings