Existence


Mere existence
pales 
the eyes

weeping their color
onto 
worn steps

Recoiling from
breath
to diminish
subsistence 

Existence 
has become 

trivial 
parody  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 
* All is well, my friends. This is just something that 
I've been plucking at for weeks. It finally feels 
complete. A bit dark, but I hope you like my creative attempt.
 
 
 

 

Balance of Life


“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”

Osho INDIAN SPIRITUAL TEACHER

Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay

Yesterday’s Weight


 

She handles it

carefully

gently

The feather down

and gossamer layers

cradle it

She’s unpacked

Yesterday

The weight

almost comforting

As it settles

on her shoulders

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

*My upcoming move has made me reflect upon what we drag with us through life.  The gloom of yesterday, often self-inflicted upon us today.  

Thank you, Paul Lenzi… RIP dear friend — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos


My time on WordPress has been sporadic lately and I went looking for Paul’s blog because I had not seen him in a while. I just found out about his passing today. So incredibly sad and such a huge loss to all he came into contact with.  Paul was always very kind and supportive of me.  His poetry was unconventional, often thought-provoking and often quite moving.  He was an incredible talent.  His passing has affected me more deeply than I thought possible, considering the fact that he was someone I had never met in person.  He will be greatly missed.  

For all who have not heard, the poetry community lost an incredible man yesterday. His son writes, “It is with deep regret that I have to announce the sudden passing of my father Paul Lenzi. He was the cornerstone of our family and will be missed dearly. He began this blog as an a creative […]

via Thank you, Paul Lenzi… RIP dear friend — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

Bad Dream — Old Soul


*I hope you will enjoy this Amazing piece of writng from an excellent emerging writer.  Have a visit at Olivia’s blog, Old Soul.

I’ve had scary dreams, and dreams I never wish to have again. But my one bad dream, always starts with you. I can feel your voice echoing inside my heart as you tell me you love me through this brick wall, it’s faint but it’s there. I can almost hear your touch go in my […]

via Bad Dream — Old Soul

The Up Side of Feeling Down


As my last couple of posts have reflected, I’ve been feeling down, bummed out, blue, whatever you want to call it.  My spirits are better.  I think I’m over the worst and am finally coming out the other side.

Continue reading “The Up Side of Feeling Down”

Demon’s Descent


 

I feel the descent.  I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss.  Falling.  Yet, grasping the rim.  Holding on to the light.

I feel as if I’ve been kicked in the chest.  The pain is palatable.  Heavy, so very heavy.  Head in hands.  Sleep, blessed sleep.  Dream away the darkness that steals the light and penetrates the soul.

The demons.  They steal into my room to close the blinds and bolt the doors; hiding me from reality.  They whisk me away into the night to feed on my will; my strength.  Just out of reach is the sunlight that warms me.

Do I have the strength this time?

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*Don’t worry my friends, I’m fine, just in a foul mood.