Tag: poetry

Inner Interrogations

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry 


My interrogator 
was ruthless 
casting doubt 
on answers 
lies 
I had told 
myself 

I denied 
denied what I saw 
right 
in 
front 
of 
me

The rituals 
repeated 
my history 
looking 
me square in the face

Wringing 
the facts from me 
one 
at a time

Finally 
spent 
and weak 
from 
validity

I stood 
tall and erect 
to face tomorrow 

leaving 
the past 
behind 
me

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Writing Prompts-Some Things Are Meant To Be

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Writing 

I have had a terrible itch to write the past few days but nothing 
came.  So I tried something different.  I Googled "Writing 
Prompts for Poems" and came up with tons of ideas.  So I 
browsed the prompts and wrote down the words or phrases that
I liked: 

Standing in line 
The sound of silence 
Overgrown 
Trust issues 
Locked in a jar 
On shaky ground 
Life-as planned 
Dear Reader 
Some things are meant to be 
Strangest dreams

From these words, I came up with the poem below. 
I call it "Some Things Are Meant To Be". Not my 
best work, and I didn't use everything, but I 
like the way it turned out. See what you think. :)

Dear reader 
some things 
are meant to be 

The sound 
of silence 
overgrown 
under the lid 
of this jar 

I've got trust issues 
and stand on 
shaky ground 
giving me 
the strangest 
dreams 

Life- 
not as planned 
but some things 
are meant to be

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

So what tricks do you use to get your self inspired to write?

Eureka! The Humble Thesaurus

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Poetry

Why is the thesaurus so great?  This is resource that will expand and improve your creativity in ways you never knew!  This common tool is something that I had overlooked for YEARS!

I’ve been blogging for several years now.  5 or 6, I think.  My blog has changed and evolved a few different times.  Right now, I mostly focus on poetry.  I now write my poetry with a minimum of 2 tabs open on my computer.  One to actually WRITE the work and another, my new-found Best Friend, the thesaurus.

If I am trying to convey a feeling and I don’t seem to be able to find the right word for it, I always jump over to the thesaurus.  In poetry, you want what you are trying to express to flow in a way that is pleasing to the reader.  If it doesn’t, your work will fall flat.  One word can make all the difference in the world.

I’ll give you a few simple examples.  If I want to say that I’m angry in a poem or story, rather than use the word angry, my thesaurus suggests fury, indignation, rage, passion and many more.  I find these much more creative ways to express anger.  Don’t you?

Another example.  If I want to express that I am sad, my trusty thesaurus suggests the words bitter, dismal, wistful and many others.  Sound better?  I think so too.

To me, using the thesaurus can make or break a poem or story for you.

In the tiny Elfchen below, titled A Splash of Starlight, in the 4th line, I used the word illuminated rather than the boring word, lit.  A much more eloquent way of expressing the same thing.

a
splash of
starlight bathed the
night and illuminated our
love

My revelation of the thesaurus, described above, may be something Old Hat to many of you out there.  But to many others, this may just be the thing that unlocks that creative inner voice that has been trapped inside you!  You can find Thesaurus . com HERE. 

So, tell me, what revelation in writing have you discovered that helps you?  Please share!  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

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Slivers

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry 

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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Poetry of My Heart

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Writing 

The poetry 
of my heart 
spills 
onto the page 

in blue ink 
and fervent sighs

The poetry 
of my heart 
is written 
on the wings 
of dreams

and nights 
of longing

The poetry 
of my heart 
negate shadows
of terrors 

not voiced

The poetry 
of my heart
stands tall
against 
this
world

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
 
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