#writephoto regulars: Meet Penny Wilson — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo


Dear Sue Vincent allowed me to be a guest on her wonderful blog.  Just in case you missed the piece, here it is.  Enjoy!  🙂

I asked the writephoto challenge regulars if they would like to come over and introduce themselves. I would like to introduce Penny Wilson from Penny Wilson Writes. Without those of you who write and read the pieces inspired by the weekly photos, thewritephoto prompt would not exist. So, if you follow or take part in […]

via #writephoto regulars: Meet Penny Wilson — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Consumed #writephoto


It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Sue’s Thursday prompts.  However, this photo was very inspiring!  If you would like to be part of the fun with Sue’s prompts, you can read all about it HERE.  Below is my offering for Sue’s amazing photo.  

A wildfire

Out of control

I am lost in

thoughts of you.

The loneliness burns

As does my desire.

Consuming you

being Consumed.

Raging against

the empty

Seeking your

Fire

Devour me with it

I beg.

I long to touch

The flame.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

 

Dusk at the Lake


Dusk at the lake.

I pick cattails and

think of summers

Spent with you.

Lazy days and

Memorable nights.

Sunsets of youth

And angst of desires

Yet undefined.

© 2018 Penny Wilson

**This is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt Dusk.  You can find out all about her Thursday prompts HERE.

A Whispered Name – Woodland #writephoto


The breeze brings

The fragrance of

Wildflowers

And your skin

Your touch, a whisper

Your caress, my desire

Your desire

Inflames me

Share with me your longing

Bring to me your hand

And heart

Speak my name

That I may

Whisper yours

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

**This is in response to Sue’s Thursday photo prompt, which you can find out about HERE.

 

 

 

 

Windows of Promise – #writephoto Window


**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.  You can find out all about the fun on her page HERE.  

Tangled vines

Climb the wall

Roses cling tight

Windows clouded

With yesterday’s

Memories

Sunshine through

Tarnished panes

And chipped wishes

Tomorrows left behind

Gazed through

Windows of promise

 

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

#Writephoto – Tower


They say she waited forever.  From the top of the tower you can see the entire valley.  He said he would come back for her.  She believed.  So she waited.

Each day, she would climb the steps to the top of the tower.  They told her she was mad.  But she believed.  So she waited.

Back then, you could see her in the top window, searching, searching, for her beloved.   It was rumored that he died in battle.  She would have none of their lies.  She was told he would be back.  She believed.  So she waited.

The tower is empty now.  But on cold clear nights, if you sit quietly at the base of the tower and listen; sometimes you can hear her weeping.  She believed.  So she waited.

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson