Image credit; Michael Dziedzic @ UnsplashI was broken
as never before
when I realized
that the key to my heart
the one you
had always
possessed
had been cast away
left among the
other debris
in your life
Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson, All Rights Reserved
I’ve seen several people’s description of a “Writer”. Looking at Dictionary.com, it says that it is “a person engaged in writing books, articles, stories”, etc.
It also says it is a “person who commits his or her thoughts to writing”.
When I looked up the word “Author”, I found “a person who writes a novel, poem, essay, etc.”
None of these descriptions are very flowery or complimentary. The closest thing to something really nice that I found was under the definition of “Author”, it also says “the maker of anything; creator; originator”.
Now THAT I like. When I’m writing, I am lost in this other world of my own creation. So “Creator” and “Originator” seem quite appropriate.
BUT I have NEVER seen a description of a Writer so beautifully and eloquently done as it was done by Morgan over at Booknvolume. https://booknvolume.com/
This is what she had to say:
“To Write; To Paint with Words as an Artist Bedecks his canvas with hues and shades and layers of pigmentation; To Sing a Melody upon which the gaze may Linger and over which the Heart may Muse again and again: To Create visual Splendour with grammar and language that is, perhaps, fundamentally underutilized or neglected ( and to use Capitalization in the most maddening, although previously explained, manner), to me, is the most Beguiling form of Intoxication in which I could ever take Pleasure and, for you, Dear Intrepid Reader, to Undertake the Journey; to Brave the Frontier of Superfluous Verbosity and reach the shore with a Smile (though, perchance, to some extent exhausted), is, Hopefully, far more Rewarding an Endeavor than many.”
Just amazing!
This woman is a multi-faceted talent! Please be sure to read the entire post and browse her blog. Her writing is beautiful, alluring, often sensual and always a delightful surprise!
Thank you Morgan (see the entire post HERE) for your eloquence and beauty. You are an inspiration to readers and romantics everywhere!
*Morgan’s original post was done in 2017. I have yet to find anything as eloquently descriptive about writing as this. I hope you enjoyed.
In these wee small hours when the world is still, you come to mind as you often do.
We were never meant to be, but I couldn’t help but reach for you, cling to you, love you.
My fever for you was rampant, running wild through my veins like an infection.
If only things had been different.
If I had not have been so stubborn, angry, or foolish
All of those ‘what ifs’ abound in these wee small hours.
Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson, All Rights Reserved
Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson, All Rights Reserved
Bits and pieces some chipped corners broken fragments missing new pieces new memories replacing old ones The cracks and fissures reinforce the patchwork and heal the fractures these create a collage of times and places of loves and losses memories bind the debris and fragments that tell the story of my mosaic heart Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson *Thank you to my friend, Chuck at The Reluctant Poet, for your inspiration, your wisdom and most of all, thank you for your friendship. <3 <3 <3
I fill my head and my hands
with trivial things
I must do, I must go,
I must commit
My days are ceaseless
but it's the nights
that I struggle with
The nights are infinite
without you beside me
I get up and go
incessantly
to this thing or that
If I pause, even for a moment,
there you are,
back in my head and my heart
You take over my daydreams
and my nightscapes
The landscape ahead
is always a trail
leading back to you
So I push on
doing, going, working
without you
It's the only way I can cope
with missing you
Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson
Damn you.
I swore you were right here.
I touched you, I know I did.
As I come back to myself, your scent lingers.
Damn you.
I ache for your touch.
Closing my eyes is futile. You’re not here.
Leave my heart be.
Stay out of my dreams.
Damn you.
(C) Penny Wilson
*The original piece was written in 2017. This one is slightly revised.
The memory of you washed over me Like always you took my breath away and left me weak It shook me to my core to recognize that my love for you is still this strong this unrelenting I let myself feel you love you experience you again I know now that you'll always be with me Painful yet comforting to know you'll always be in my heart where you've always been Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson *A little something new. I hope you enjoy. <3
You held it in your hands It was always within reach You just had to believe Always yours for the asking If you just believed The answer, a breath away under the willow tree Where my heart still waits with your key.
Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
The moon won’t tell.
It does not hear my pleas.
You’re not to be found.
I’m down on my knees.
I’ve risked and plotted
For eyes that look like yours.
I heard you in a laugh.
On a distant shore.
Did I hear you whisper?
Was it you in the crowd?
My heart knows better.
Just my cry, out loud.
There is only one you.
There is only one me.
Two souls, still searching,
Trying to believe.
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
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