Tag Archives: sad

Yesterday’s Weight

Posted on August 13, 2018 by

  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 … Continue reading →

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

Posted on August 8, 2018 by

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 … Continue reading →

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Bad Dream — Old Soul

Posted on July 25, 2018 by

*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, … Continue reading →

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Tears

Posted on June 26, 2018 by

Tears cut through yesterday’s promises Salt remnants build  forgotten castles Shattered covenant Deluge subsides Furrows heal Dreams resume Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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Futile

Posted on June 22, 2018 by

Moving in slow motion The exertion to shake off the lethargy exhausting

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The Up Side of Feeling Down

Posted on June 15, 2018 by

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.

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Demon’s Descent

Posted on June 11, 2018 by

  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 … Continue reading →

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