Looking out through the glass walls, I keep my distance. You see, the glass lets me observe life without getting my hands dirty.
Become a participant? Oh, no. Risk the safety of my glass sanctuary? I couldn’t possibly!
I’ve built perfection here. Everything in its place. Everything as it should be.
Some people say that I must be lonely. I have no time to be lonely. Maintaining perfection keeps me busy. I must tend to the Blue Bells next, for the rows are askew.
Later, I will lounge in my perfect straight-back chair and gaze through the perfect glass walls. I will watch as you go about the messy business of life. You love each other and hate each other. You birth children and neglect them. You give life and destroy it.
I have no need for such insanity.
I was like you, once. I loved and had my heart broken. I worked and toiled. My children grew and turned away from me. They have their own glass houses to build.
The stench of your evil does not penetrate my sanctuary. I can safely observe what most would call life.
*I seem to be ever more aware of the passage of time and life not lived or time wasted. I feel it slipping by me and I know I cannot slow its progress. Depression was the thief that stole much of my life from me. It shakes me to my core to realize that it took me this long to realize the precious jewel that is life.
*I originally wrote and posted this in 2018. Although not new, I felt it deserved a 2nd outing. I hope you enjoyed.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
I seem to be
of the passage of time
and life not lived
or time wasted.
I feel it slipping by me
and I know I cannot
slow its progress.
Depression was the thief
that stole much of my life
It shakes me
to my core
that it took me
the precious jewel
that is life.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
*A special Thank You to Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet for his kindness and his insight.
The older one gets, the more there is to look back on. There’s more about life to contemplate. Hitting 60 was a pretty big deal for me. I really didn’t think I would live this long. The women in my family do not have a history of longevity.
You know that old saying “If I knew that I would live this long I would have taken better care of myself”. Well, it applies to me too. I was a wild child. I didn’t have a brain cell in my head until I hit at least 30. I put myself into some dicey situations.
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me,
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.”
Continue reading “I Didn’t Know I’d Live This Long”
I want to go back. Back to yesterday, when the world was just us. When all it took for the world to be right, would be for you to take me into your arms.
I close my eyes, breath deeply and whisper your name. I’m caught up in the craving. The desire that takes me to yesterday.
I open my eyes and there you are. Your hand reaches for mine once more. You pull me close and I’m surrounded by your loving embrace. My pulse races with delight at your touch. Your eyes hold my gaze. I fall deeply into the need I see in them. I’m blissfully intoxicated by your flesh, your scent and your urgency.
I’m lost in yesterday again with you. To stay would be insanity.
To leave would be agony.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
I slept till almost 7am. That’s sleeping late with my little dog. I’m anxious to get up and start my day. I’m going spend my day at the keyboard and be Productive. This is what I’ve promised myself. I’m excited to get started!
I get up and make a cup of coffee with my favorite creamer poured heavily. Because, why not? I linger over my coffee and watch a bit of the morning news.
I look at my phone and check my emails.
I had better take Rocket for a walk because it’s been so horribly hot here lately. If I wait much longer, it will be too hot to walk him.
Continue reading “Productivity”
I’ve spent the better part of this past weekend writing and submitting a couple of short stories online. The writing that I did has been Long over due.
I’ve been trying to post something nearly every day on WordPress. While this has been a terrific exercise to stretch my writing muscles, this and other activities have taken me away from my novel.
Continue reading “Keeping Up”
Look up an episode of the Twilight Zone online. I believe this episode is called “Enough Time. Then you’ll understand why I used this picture.
Those of you closer to my age will get it immediately.
I have been doing a lot more writing over the last few weeks and I’m having a great time doing it! I am even back plucking away at one of my Books that has been gathering dust!
My biggest challenge is finding the time! I work full time and find it difficult squeeze in enough time to write on weekdays.
On the weekends I am a little more productive, but I still need to take care of those weekend chores. You know, laundry, grocery shopping, etc.
Funny, I treat my writing like a “treat” or “play time”. I won’t let myself sit down to write until I’ve finished my chores.
How do you do it? How do you get in enough time to get your writing done?