I watch the faces
on the street.
The aftermath
of what has been
thrust
at us daily.
Numb to
the overgrown
lies.
Deceptions
meant to
seduce.
Trust issues
nightmares
leave us tossing
in our beds at night.
Standing in line
praying for salvation
in the power
of our convictions.
Copyright © 2020 Penny Wilson
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay
Can you see beyond
the layers
Exposing
me
Dare you
cross those lines
never before
bridged
Day by day
building faith
Will your
devotion
remain true
Will you
traverse the abyss
I use
to keep the world
at bay
Or will I fall
once again
into the chasm
of darkness
Can you see beyond
the layers
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*This was written for Frank Jensen’s Tuesday Photo Prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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.
*This is something I wrote back in 2014. It is Very different from the style I use today for my poetry. But it still remains one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! ❤
It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.
There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.
She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.
Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.
A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.
He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.
His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.
He was covered with honor, love and trust.
The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.
She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.
She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.
Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.
He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are lain before you.”
“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born…
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If I let you in, would you guard the door?
If I held you tight, would you hold my heart?
If I bared my soul, would you keep it’s secrets?
If I held your hand, would you hold mine?
If I let you in…
Would you walk beside me?
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
I’m here. Right here.
I want to be safe too.
Reach out your hand.
Ever so gently, I’ll hold it close.
N – Naivete
Am I naïve?
I wear my heart on my sleeve, apparently. I believe what someone tells me until they prove that I cannot believe.
I’m not stupid. If someone told me that there were purple unicorns running down the street, I would love to see that, but no, I would not believe.
I cannot help myself. I have been this way all my life.
I guess I believe that people are basically good. I still like to think that there are more good people in this world than there are bad people.
With all the negativity in this world, with all the evil, death and destruction, I still believe in good.
Does this make me naive? Or just foolish?
The innocence I see when I look at my Best Friend, Rocket, just fills me with joy. Just think; if we could see the world the way our dogs do, how peaceful the world would be.
Rocket has a joy for life! He’s just Happy to be alive! He greets every day with joy and excitement! He greets me with the same joy no matter how briefly I’ve been away from him.
Rocket has no need for greed; except maybe when it comes to his favorite treat. He does not wish for wealth. He is rich as long as he has food to eat, a roof over his head and an owner that gives him lots of love and attention.
Rocket does not look at another dog and envy the fancy car he is riding in or the cool scarf he is wearing that day. He doesn’t care a bit as long as he’s with me. Just the pleasure of my company is enough for him.
Rocket does not judge. He doesn’t care about the color of your skin or what church you go to. He could care less if my hair looks good or my socks match. If you wanted to wear a pink tutu to work, it would be just fine with him. Rocket would be just as happy to get a belly scratch or a treat from you if you had 100 tattoos and piercings or none at all.
Rocket is no slacker. His job is to keep me company, be a soft spot when I need to snuggle, act adorable at all times and entertain. He has Never shirked his duties. He is Always there for me. He can lend a sympathetic ear or a soft shoulder. He can be a goof ball and crack me up when I least expect it.
We could all learn a lot from our dogs. I try to live up to the standards of the person my dog thinks I am!
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
"Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong. And do everything with love." 1 Cor. 16:13-14
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