Between the Lines

Penny Wilson Writes

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

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Between the Lines

Penny Wilson Writes

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

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ME BEFORE YOU

Bits of things that pop into this mind.

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.

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – September 22

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

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

Jo Hawk

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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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Between Sky and Sand

Charmed Chaos

Image by skeeze from Pixabay

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!

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Autumn days

johncoyote

Autumn days

A Poem byCoyote Poetry
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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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