Oh ♥ Penny
I stare out the window,
I wonder where ?? why ??
& I ask, how words that oftentimes flow so. incredibly. easy. can
just like that,
! ! poof ! !
blank
nothing
gone.
And how the great novelists of this world write syllable after syllable, sentence after sentence, page after page, chapter after chapter and continue doing is absolutely beyond me.
What about the distractions ?
the sidetracks ?
the gotta get this, that and the other things done ??
hmmm
Maybe she’s pointing me in another direction
& I simply haven’t noticed her subtle ways, as I mosey along in routines and busyness.
Maybe she’s hinted of a new poem, a story
and I, distracted, allow the daily noise to drown her out, mute her gift.
Oh Penny,
please turn up your volume,
please nudge harder,
for I fear you’ve tired of my questions and doubts and moved on to a someone with a stronger, solid, get ‘er done vibe.
Help me hear you
better,
clearer,
louder.
Help me see what you see.
Please help me persist in this quest, our quest
’cause we’ve come a L O N G way, my friend
there has to be, there must be more.
so shhhhh,
World.
shhhhhhhhhhh
I’m listening,
I’m seeking,
I need to find my Penny.
Oh Penny, please speak.
♥