Posted in Poetry


I've threaded the needle. 
This fine new silk thread
is lovely on its own.

It will serve me well.

This patch is a big one
smaller than others.

But bigger than most.

I've chosen a pretty shade of 
crimson for this one.

The color I bleed.

Although fresh, the patch does blend well 
with the others.

I'm no seamstress, 
but I've become proficient.

I worried for a while, 
but I know I'll be alright.

I can face the world with a smile.
This patch will do it's job.

This heart is resilient.
I'll patch it 
one more time.

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

*A slight revision from its 2018 version.  I like it.  I hope you do too.

Posted in Poetry, Writing


pink begins 
to tint the sky 

another day 

to question 
the choices 

that brought her 
to this time

this place 

and cigarettes 

of little solace 

include her

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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, Writing

Welcome the Light

encompasses the earth

and shrouds 
my consciousness

My outlook dismal 
in this land 

of eternal 

The darkness 

The daylight  
I watch the sunrise 
and welcome the warmth  

I welcome
the light

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Posted in Poetry


Mere existence
the eyes

weeping their color
worn steps

Recoiling from
to diminish

has become 


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.


Posted in Life

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.”


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Posted in depression, Poetry

Yesterday’s Weight


She handles it



The feather down

and gossamer layers

cradle it

She’s unpacked


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.  

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

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