I've got love songs on repeat and write love letters in the dark I search the shadows for your light with my chest hollow None of my usual tricks work I'll do anything to stop this decline Anything to break the fall Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson Photo found on Pixabay
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.
Osho INDIAN SPIRITUAL TEACHER
Image by FelixMittermeier from Pixabay
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.
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
*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 […]
Tears
cut through
yesterday’s promises
Salt remnants
build forgotten
castles
Shattered covenant
Deluge subsides
Furrows heal
Dreams resume
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
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.
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.
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