House of Cards


Jacks fluttered wildly
with their pomp and circumstance. 

Kings at each corner. 
Queens at each access,
overseeing the construction. 

The clubs checked the munitions 
while the spades collaborated  
to dig trenches.  

The numbers, 
Aces
leading the way 
built each story; 
taking turns, 
red 
and black.  

The roof 
was a sturdy covering, 
done in diamonds.

But the Joker 
was at work...

The fortress 
I'd built so carefully, 
card by card, 
layer by layer 

crumbled

with the breath
of your 
single

kiss.

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Photo by jalil shams from Pexels
 

Hope


 

Some days 

Hope 

is too 
burdensome 
an idea 

Existence 
is thick
and fat

This endeavor
cumbersome
oppressive  

With clouded psyche
and trembling fingers 

I tuck  
a sliver of 
hope 
in a pocket  

Optimism 
saved away 
for tomorrow 

Belief

A piece of it 
shining 
beckoning 
to light my way  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

*This piece is something that I've been kicking around for a 
while. I keep coming back to it, tweaking it. I'm not sure 
that it conveys what I was trying to express, but 
regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. Penny <3  

 

Cold… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie


REBLOG:  Please don’t miss Anita’s beautiful poem. ❤

Cold Frost white morning I slip my head beneath my duvet No way are my feet moving From this warm cover Today I stay hidden from the world To dream of things to come A future made of stardust With bright green jewels A land where you leave a wish Knowing it will come […]

via Cold… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie

My Box of Words


My box of words 
is hoarded 
selfishly. 

Choosing and stockpiling 
each one 
carefully. 

I take inventory. 

I tuck them away 
in my little treasure box 
lined with memories 
tears 
and laughter. 

Yesterday's words 
are tinged 
aging and gnarled 
the edges curling. 

Today's words 
fat 
filled with promise. 

Choosing the right ones 
is a challenging 
feat 
not always accomplished 
with elegance. 

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson