Penny LauraReflectingBecause this time, I didn’t see the reflections as they fell on the water. I felt them. Through and through as if they were my very bones…Feb 26, 2021Feb 26, 2021
Penny LauraSeven thirty on an April eveningSeven thirty on an April evening. The sun hanging just above the skyline, golden, copper, then red. Tempting us to look into its burning…Apr 14, 2018Apr 14, 2018
Penny LauraSome sad wordsMaybe this is a poem. I’m not sure. Something very sad happened and then these words happened too. First draft in all its…Nov 22, 2017Nov 22, 2017