The door to my heart is blue My favorite color because the blue reflects the color of your eyes where the stars always shine Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
For KL’s #Writephoto Challenge
The door to my heart is blue My favorite color because the blue reflects the color of your eyes where the stars always shine Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
For KL’s #Writephoto Challenge
People think that your eyes are blue I know better the real you the one you show only to me I know your eyes are the color of clouds against a blue, blue sky with flecks of light no, flecks of sunshine they are the color my heart longs for on cold winter days the color of clouds © 2018 Penny Wilson *This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday #writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
Swan – Image by KL Caley
Imposter
A swan on the surface,
though your beauty only
skin deep.
Below the surface,
the reality.
You hide
in the shadows
of deception.
An imposter
with a downy soft
exterior.
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
* This was written for KL's #write photo prompt.
Take flight, my heart! Let this new day be your inauguration. Have no fear Little One. Heed your intuition, for soon you will soar among the clouds. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson This is in response to KL's #writephoto prompt.
Peering out from behind the boulder, I could see the plume of it’s breath. The fume, a cloud; glowing. It mixed with the mist off the lake until the entire night air was lit. Soon they’d see. Maybe throwing rocks to wake him wasn’t a good idea. But now, now they would believe me. Dragons do breath fire.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue’s Thursday #writephoto prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.
She walked toward the Pinnacle with hesitant steps. With hands shaking, she carried her past in a silver chalice. Laying the vessel at the base of the luminous structure, she turned. With only the future ahead, her steps now light as air, she forged on, excited, at last, about what lay ahead.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue’s Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. If you would like to join in on the fun, be sure to visit Sue’s blog to check it out.
Pennies and rust and sunsets. Copper. The colors of the season. The earth turns it's back on the sun and begins the process of a winter's nap. Leaves crunch underfoot, announcing your presence on the trail. A brisk chill pushes you down the path. You pick up the scent of a campfire. The quiet of the morning is disturbed only by your footfalls. You take in the serenity of the day. (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *This was posted in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday photo prompt, #writephoto. If you'd like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
REBLOG: This is an older post, but I thought there might be readers that have not seen it and hopefully enjoy it. This is inspired by one of Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt. I came across this post while looking through my archives. I like it quite a lot. I hope you do too. I had fun with this.
** I have been having a hell of a time writing anything worth posting lately! The last couple of weeks, I’ve wanted to participate in Sue’s #Write Photo challenge, but nothing comes. 😦 I forced myself to sit down at the keyboard and stare at the dammed white page until something came. It is a complete surprise what came of this. See below. I hope you enjoy.
Safe Haven–
The page before me glares back. The cursor’s unwavering blink is about to drive me to madness. I hear the clock tick and my own heartbeat between my ears. All else has fallen away.
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The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever. Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams. The key is just under that stone to the left, hidden in a niche.
Would you use the key?
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.
I cherish each beat of your heart. I feel your heat under my fingertips. My time with you fleeting. I see, reflected in your eyes winged moments. Come with me, my love. I'll give you tranquility in these arms. Stay. Life will be there on the ’morrow. Don't hurry. Stay. Copyright © Penny Wilson *This was written in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday photo prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.