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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Poetry of My Heart


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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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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The Sound of Songbirds


To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson