Posted in Poetry, Writing

Rogue Memories – #Writephoto

The Dinosaur – Image by KL Caley

The Old Dinosaur of a desk 
calls to me 
when my memories go rogue  

The memories escape 
the cage in my mind 
where I've kept them captive 

Some are bittersweet  
Others, simply bitter   

I give voice to them 
letting them fly 
from my mind to the pen in my hand 

The memories find their way 
to the page 
loose from their enclosure

They glare back at me 
defiant in the freedom 
of their exposure  

I'm helpless and can only witness 
the past laid bare 
for all to see

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

This is for Kaley's #Writephoto Thursday Prompt
This was inspired by my Friend, Chuck over at 
The Reluctant Poet and his poem,"Memories Gone Rogue"

Posted in Poetry


Just a hint

A small inkling

Like a whisper
not quite heard

Or a soft scent
on the breeze

I can’t hold
or touch it

A shadow
caught in the path
of the sun

I felt it
I tasted it

I’m sure

Elusive and
as trust

As fleeting
as time


Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson 
Posted in Poetry


I've threaded the needle. 
This fine new silk thread
is lovely on its own.

It will serve me well.

This patch is a big one
smaller than others.

But bigger than most.

I've chosen a pretty shade of 
crimson for this one.

The color I bleed.

Although fresh, the patch does blend well 
with the others.

I'm no seamstress, 
but I've become proficient.

I worried for a while, 
but I know I'll be alright.

I can face the world with a smile.
This patch will do it's job.

This heart is resilient.
I'll patch it 
one more time.

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

*A slight revision from its 2018 version.  I like it.  I hope you do too.

Posted in Poetry

The Weight of Yesterday

View the world 
without the weight 
of yesterday 

a feat most

It clouds the vision
and dulls the heart

We struggle to
shrug off the past
to clear our vision

The weight of the world 
is burdensome enough

without dragging the past 
with us
through life

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson


Posted in Poetry

Lapse In Judgement

Not forbidden fruit 
but a mistake all the same

The sweetest of fruit
will surely cause me pain

Are you a lapse in judgement
if my thoughts linger

Are you a bad decision
or a taste for my hunger

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson 

(Slightly revised from a 2017 version)

Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose, quotes, Stories, Writing


  1. 9 Year Anniversary Achievement
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    You registered on 9 years ago.
    Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.

    I received the message above from WordPress yesterday.  This kind of thing makes me reminisce, thinking about how I got here.  My blog has gone through many changes over the years.  It’s still a mish mash of life experiences, poetry or whatever else I happen to fancy at the moment.  I’ve made some wonderful friends along the way. 

    For those of you who have come along for the ride, I thank you!   

Posted in Poetry

Let Me Slumber

Under the stars
the grass is cool
against my fevered skin

You are in silhouette
but I know your breath
as it warms me

The breezes carry
your scent to me

The fireflies dance
as if in celebration

I’m intoxicated
by the night

If in a dream
let me slumber

I do not wish
the daylight
to intrude

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved

Posted in Stories, Writing

A Review of Lion Scream by Robbie Cheadle

REBLOG: PLease read Charles’ review of Robbie’s new book!

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I received this book and read it in one sitting. It is staggering in its beauty and message. Robbie Cheadle has crafted an excellent book, filled with syllabic poetry, commentary, and a short story. Taken as a whole, this text is an important lesson on the impact of humanity on the wildlife of Southern Africa and, by extension, the rest of the world.

“Lion Scream”, the title of the book and one of the poems within, is my favorite. It is short but deeply impactful. Cheadle shows her talent with words as she creates this poem, and then many others in a fascinating form called the Double Enead, which has 99 syllables.

Cheadle’s book is a masterpiece! I do not use these words lightly or easily, but this book moved me emotionally and intellectually. I was shaken and in tears while I read it. As a man of my age…

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