Posted in Poetry, Writing

Don’t Fall in Love With a Writer

Don't fall in love with a writer, 
a dreamer, a poet.  

They'll pour out 
their heart on paper, 

scribbling promises of love, 
riches and nights spent in bliss.  

This idealist, would rather be in 
the imaginary world they've created, 

weaving magical spells 
and capturing imaginations.  

In this world, every moment can be 
the romantic rapture we all seek, 

or the excitement 
of adventures untold.  

They spend their time daydreaming of 
the next chapter, the next verse.  

You see, reality could never measure up 
to the fantasies they create 
for themselves.  

Don't fall in love
with a writer.

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Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Beauty of Love

You can't 
wrap it 
in ribbons 

or pour 
it out 
in prose  

The ink you 
won't touch me  

take my hand 
stand with me  

Be my world
my reason 
for being  

Let's face 
the days 
and nights 
in it 
in it 

in the glory 
and the beauty 
that is 

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Posted in Poetry, Writing

Trading Broken Promises

We traded our
Broken promises

The future became 

by the 

I couldn't 
make come true

Deep scars 
you'd hidden


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Posted in Poetry

Promise Me the Sea

I want sunrises 
with salt 
on your lips and 
me in your arms.
I want passions 
on the sand;  
our skin tanned 
from the sun 
and wet from the surf.

The rush of the tide 
to match our 

Let me see 
in your eyes

Promise me
the sea.   

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Posted in Poetry

Out My Window

out my window 
the world continues
as if nothing ever happened
between us

there is no hint
of what was
left unsaid

should haves
what ifs
crowd my

different choices
always in hindsight

would you change
your tune
our fitting together?

dreams take flight
piece by piece
falling to the ground

tomorrows shattered

out my window
is another day

rotation of the earth
for me to navigate
without you

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was posted in 2020. I've tweaked
it here for its 2022 debut. I hope you enjoy.

Posted in Poetry

Part of Me

North Umpqua River, Douglas County, Oregon

The sun kissed my cheek, 
but it was your lips 
that touched me.

The breeze caressed my skin, 
but it was your arms 
that encircled me.

The scent of honeysuckle, 
is little compensation 
for the scent of your skin.

My eyes are closed, 
for your eyes are what 
I dream of.

I can feel your heartbeat 
under my fingertips
and hear it in my head.

With me.  
Within me.  
You are a part of me.  

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

*While cleaning up some Very Old posts, I came across an older
version of this. I liked it, so I decided to revise it for its
2022 debut. I hope you enjoy. ❤ 
Posted in Life

I’d Rather Set My Hair On Fire!

Back in 2018, I did a post about Internet Dating called “Internet Dating Sucks“.  This has become one of the more popular posts on my blog.  Other than one snarky comment, this post had a very positive response. 

Now, in 2022, my view has not changed.  I’ve been single and have lived alone for a Very Long Time.  Perhaps I’ve become jaded.   I have not attempted another try at Internet Dating for 6 or 7 years.  The psychological beating that I took previously was enough torture for me!!  

Having retired in December, my life now moves at a slower pace.  I live alone but consider my life one that is rich, peacful and filled with love.  

Internet Dating?  Nope!  I’d rather set my Hair on Fire! 

*Tell me about your Internet Dating Experience.  Was it good or bad??  

Thank you for joining me on this journey.   Penny ❤  

Posted in Poetry

All That’s Left

My skin 
your tender touch

Your soft

Each line and curve
of your face
the blue of your eyes
forever enshrined

At unexpected moments
I'm reminded of
last talks
last walks
the last times...

I treasure
each of these
for they're all I have left
of you  

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson