Between the Lines
The words flowing across the screen speak for me A voice when I have none The words hurl daggers at unseen tormentors They also caress and soothe The words curse scream sob or whisper They also laugh chuckle and delight With them I am lifted to ecstasy flying on invisible wings Or they show the view of my mental torture my cell of hellish nightmares No matter the day I always find myself between the lines
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Between the Lines
The words flowing across the screen speak for me A voice when I have none The words hurl daggers at unseen tormentors They also caress and soothe The words curse scream sob or whisper They also laugh chuckle and delight With them I am lifted to ecstasy flying on invisible wings Or they show the view of my mental torture my cell of hellish nightmares No matter the day I always find myself between the lines
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
ME BEFORE YOU
How do I rid myself of rememberingall the different ways you use to love me?
I pray to forget how much you’ve hurt me.
I prefer to remember me before you.
That’s not true.
The thought of not knowing you is worse then trying to unlove you.
In this lifetime I’m not meant to have you, as long as I would have liked to.
The “Me Before You”, is long gone.
Today I walk with healing cracks all over my heart.
Besides that this new me feels strong.
Ready to start singing a platinum love song.
The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – September 22
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 266 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Half of the year is in our rear-view mirror, and I am drawing a line in the sand. The targets I missed, the stories I didn’t compose, they no longer matter. These last six months are history. Done. I won’t lie, 2020 kicked me in the head, leaving me stunned, unsteady, and incapable of completing anything beyond basic tasks. I bet I am not alone, but don’t count me out yet. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? I am confident I will discover I am more capable than I have ever been. I dug deep, reevaluated my annual goals, and I decided…
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Happy Autumnal Equinox — Daily Quote
Everyone believes leaves change color based on temperatures, but science says chlorophyll production depends on the amount of daylight and photosynthesis. With shorter days, the tree replenishes less chlorophyll, the vibrant green fades, and familiar fall pigments become visible. This weekend, my windshield captured a small yellow leaf, and I realized autumn had arrived.
Asters and chrysanthemums are beginning to bloom, and an evening chill encourages me to search for a warm sweater. According to the lunar calendar, we are in for a special treat. I always note the date of the annual Harvest Moon, the first full moon after the equinox, so I don’t miss it. This year it falls on Thursday, October 1, and sets the stage for a Halloween Blue moon on Saturday, October 31—Halloween night. Doesn’t that sound perfect for Halloween?
It is time to turn off the air conditioning and throw open the windows. My…
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Equinox – A Tanka – Poetry For Healing
Summer thunderclaps are now finally silenced Cool, blue sky morning crisply awakens the earth and Autumn is born again
Between Sky and Sand
Between sky and sand we fly
never pondering why
we have the gift of wings
and a song to sing.
For we are not like mortals
who always look ahead
we accept this fate
living now before it’s too late
learning to simply be.
dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: #112 The Sky’s the Limit
Author’s Note:This morning, I saw an American Kestrel in my yard for the first time. Made my day!
Autumn days
Autumn days
A Poem byCoyote Poetry
Some words.
Autumn days
The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day.
The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days.
Now the nights are cooler, the school bells are calling the grandchildren. I have quiet days to reflex on the coming days of Autumn.
I love the charm of the Fall. The September change of color, fresh Michigan corn and apple picking with the grandchildren.
I roam alone to lake St. Clair and I burn some sage for my world. I tell the moving lake, please allow my world to know peace. Please allow the cooler days, to make the hate in my world turn to softness…
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