You Promised Me This …


Unspoken it’s true
Yet you promised me this:
With our last kiss
one shared with bliss.

With final embrace
that’ll never erase
your gentle caress
of finest finesse.

Promising truly
a shining sublime
of, lasting always,
a love so divine.

Never ever to be
feeling bereft
and though I still cry
I now know why
… you left.

Tho’ love can be pure
It sometimes can’t endure
or so it seems
save in one’s dreams.

“So I’ll see you there
sweet love of mine,
Where love will last
for all of time.” ~ Plh, 2016

The Fulcrum of Inspiration – Crafting Her Heart!

(7/20/08) New Orleans blacksmith artist Rachel David hammers part of a candle stick on the anvil at the Smartshop on a recent Sunday afternoon. David lives in the 9th Ward of New Orleans, onke of the areas hardest hit by Katrina. (John A. Lacko / Special to the Gazette)

Fulcrum: (noun) The support about which something turns. One that supplies capability for action.


She’d long since decided she was better alone

she felt that somehow it was wise,

Although longing for love that was missing

 It stayed absent in any guise.


 But when ent’ring her fulcrum of crafting

Inspiration soared forth from her dreams

unrequited love quite forgotten

As she crafted her heart to well-being.


“Life, a never-ending gift – express yours today!” ~ Plh

Happy Weekend! A great time to use your imagination and dream, wonder, create, inspire … enjoy!

With affection,

~ Penny

I wish you could touch me now …

I am vulnerable because of loving so pure and deeply, my walls of protection cannot keep my desire for you at bay.

and so … I wish you could touch me now. Not my heart, you’ve touched me there too deeply, it’s still bruised and bleeding. But my body still hungers for you.

I need your touch …

I desire the warmth of your caress, the closeness of your body, the physical contact of … you!

I wish you could touch me now …

… even as I understand morning light will illuminate the true reality of our relationship. I know for all your tender caring words, you would be gone and my loving soul will still be bruised … for all your promises said in the moonlight hours of sensual need and gratification. I know all this.

But the longing remains so …

I still wish you could touch me now.

I’ll always have our memories of the night time to sustain me, in daylight hours spent alone, reflecting on why you said one thing and did another. Belittling my efforts instead of supporting them, and yet still I love you. And wish you to be happy.

I am pleased to hear you are where you’ve wanted to be for so long. I am happy for you. Resigned, accepting and aware of some of the hard learned lessons of life, when one exposes one’s soul during love.

But now in these evening hours I dream of you touching me again, filling my sensual needs. Even, as reality has come full circle and comprehension of the cruelty of those who love and those who take in the guise of love, is complete.

Touch me … but let it be only the physical, my bruised soul cannot bear the mockery of a pretense at true love (yours were personal and emotional needs for yourself. I don’t believe you really thought of my needs – perhaps as an afterthought), but my body does respond to your loving body. So in that, there is truth.

I wish you could touch me. I’m prepared now for tomorrow … it hurts, but I understand. With all the love in my heart that I give so freely, I was so sure someone might love me the way I loved them in return … it seems I was mistaken!


Most definitely an unrequited love piece here. Not to worry, my next fictional piece is part two of adventure and excitement. Dry your tears and stay tuned for fun! Our fictional young lady in the piece above (p.s.- she’s the one trapped in the tunnel , although brokenhearted, she’s about to kick some serious a..!) More to come!

~ Penny


Longing … in the night

by boborsillo
There is inside
a place in me,
a place I dare not go
the longing … in the night.
He must know of my longing,
buried  deep within,
… and my endless, sleepless nights
restless … with desire.
There’d been a time he’d ‘known’
reaching out to me,
… Satiating passions need 
Conquering with … his will.
Now only nights of emptiness
that once were so divine.
Perfection of the night time
… when safe within his arms,
securely loved, a certainty
within … the night time’s hours.
All lost except the craving,
the longing … in the night.
Penny L Howe, 2013

And so I wondered

… the musing of it all!




Unrequited Love ~ A sad but noble situation or so Nietzsche believed.

“Indispensable … to the lover is his unrequited love, which he would at no price relinquish for a state of indifference.”

But should there be a distinction made between love never returned and love that you thought (were told) was there, but never was?

And which heart is more broken? The one whose love was never returned or the one who thought it was?

For humans going through this often confusing condition of ‘to be’ (loved) or ‘not to be’ (loved) my muse offers her thoughts on the subject in verse, for no purpose other than she chose not to be jolly, oh the folly! Sorry got carried away with the melancholy (rhyme of it all)!

And so I wondered …

broken heart

Am I the one you dream of

Your very sacred heart of love.

Am I the one your heart beats for

The one you said you so adore.

Those were the words you used to say.

I know, I’d hear them every day.

Eternal love was ours to share

You swore we made the perfect pair.

Are now those tender loving words,

Being said, and being heard

By another love that’s true.

Off with the old love, on with the new.

How very easy it seems for you.

Just one question – what should I do

with the love inside I feel for you?



Yes, now that I’ve finished writing this piece I believe that a broken promise of love trumps unrequited love! And just so we’re clear on the subject, I am personally heart whole, no worries there, just musing with my muse, hope it was entertaining!

~ Penny

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Winners of ‘Unrequited’ Love Poetry Contest

Unrequited Love Poetry Challenge

I am very pleased to present the winners of the “Unrequited Love” Poetry Challenge. The challenge: write a poem/prose/free-verse that best portrayed unrequited love. My thanks to all of you who entered. There were many excellent responses. This was how I ‘reviewed’ the entries.

I am not concerned with any specific type of style or meter. What does interest me is the ease with which each word leads into the next. Some very great poets had their very own individual style but in each case there was a “flow” that the reader connected with. Finally I don’t critique, as such (there are plenty out there who do already),  I enjoy or I don’t. For the judging process I considered the following things:

  1. Is it specific to the topic being addressed “Unrequited Love”, and does it ellicit those emotions anticipated by the topic.
  2. Did the poem flow, is there a natural rhythm that carries the reader smoothly throughout.
  3. The third item I included was Unique. Did the writer approach ‘unrequited love’ from a fresh perspective.

There were more than a few who found a fresh approach. I found that fascinating. There were also well written classic examples. It was difficult to choose from so many. I narrowed it down to three but then realized these final 3 were all winners. Therefore, there are three winners.


LuAnn started out writing an RV (Recreational Vehicle) blog. She and her husband, Terry travel the highways exploring the country of USA. She posts of their adventures. Somewhere along this journey she began to explore the virtual online world as well. She discovered the blogging community, and kindred spirits. Warmly received, she has begun her own creative endeavors with the written word. I for one look forward to her next creations.


A single father of two teenagers, Alastair has been blogging for several years while he deals with the daily complications of life, He takes photos each day for his posts. Recently he has been introducing his beautiful poetry (it had been inside him, way too long and was past time to make an entrance, I think). On a more personal note he has dropped his pseudonym and is now using his real name to post. Alastair and his family live in England. 


This writer is clever, witty, humorous, insightful and in some cases (to coin a phrase) “bloody brilliant” with his artistry, his poetry, his narratives and his photography. Take your pick, they’re all good! In the far off craggy lands (if you’re not from around there that is) of Scotland is where he makes his home.

Please take the time to visit each of them at their “Blog” homes. You will not regret it!

LuAnn’s Winning Entry: Unrequited Love I, LuAnn has recently “found” her talent. And I for one am very pleased to see her make her debut here. Her talent presents itself for all to read in each written word. Her poem is so very poignant and rich. No one can mistake the meaning in these very piercing words.

Alastair’s Winning Entry: Unrequited Love II I felt Alastair’s Prose to be cleverly accomplished with his use of the back and forth quality of online conversations. We bloggers can certainly, at the very least, understand this virtual adaptation of unrequited love. Very well done indeed.

Brian’s Winning Entry: Unrequited Love III, The minute I read this poem I knew it would be one of the finalists. It’s message (so very well executed) is timeless. There will always be the predator and there will always be the somewhat naive and foolish who believe there is “something better” out there. To me the true individual (in this poem) that ends with unrequited love is the female’s husband! Very sadly.

While I enjoyed everyone’s entry, there were a few that if space were permitting they would be winners as well in alphabetical order they are:


readinpleasure Celestine

Brother Jon Johnathon


Books & Art – Spirit & Soul – Lesley Fletcher

strawberryindigo ,Nancy

nightlake Padmini K


Be sure and check out their blog homes. Excellent places to visit and follow! For all of you who entered this Challenge I thank you! Your words delighted and inspired me, as always.

Thank You ~ Brava and Bravo!
 ♥ Penny
Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe


To all Bloggers who write – A Challenge

The Challenge

I have become increasingly impressed with the quality of talent that I see out there every day in the online blog world so today I am offering a challenge and a “featured” reward to those who write (as in almost every single one of you, lol). THE CHALLENGE: Write a poem, your own creative version of Unrequited Love (When it comes to Love, nothing is sadder or  more potentially tragic than to have your love not returned by the one whom you love).

A few days ago, on the first day of September, I wrote of a (pretend) conversation going on in my head between my “muse” and my “imagination”. It was for fun and included two poems, each written from their varying perspectives. The “muse” – from a female gender perspective and “imagination” – a male gender perspective (hey, don’t read anything into the gender thing going on there. Well okay, read a little something into it if you want to – lol)

Since I wrote these two poems however I’ve been uncomfortable because I tried to write each poem from those (mythical) perspectives. So today with both my muse and my imagination working together I am in a full and completely creative mode. My challenge … to surpass the two short poems written previously on Unrequited Love,

Your Challenge, should you choose to accept, is to send me your own creative version of Unrequited Love. Email all entries to This can be a poem you’ve already written or something new, The challenge will stay open until September 14th, The winning entries will be featured a few days later here on my blog with attached short bio’s about each of the writers and of course a link to their blog! So come on all of you, show me your stuff!

But first my offering in this challenge of creativity:

Shattered Dreams


all I was,

all I thought,

all I tasted, all I felt,

all I dreamed.


only you

the essence of you


nothing now,

I lay broken

in pieces,

shattered dreams

splinters of time,


Our dreams of love,



 passionate emptiness


exquisitely tormenting,

 empty tears


a broken soul,



to be





Okay, now it’s your turn, once again submit your entries (yes, you may submit more than one) to: final deadline is Midnight -September 14th, 2012


Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe

Intermezzo – a brief entertainment

Intermezzo – Muse or Imagination

So there I was going about my merry writing business getting ready to write about one of the five senses exploring the wonderful mysteries of sensuality (remember the series I keep referring to but haven’t started yet? Lol) when all of a sudden I began to get a nudge from my ‘imagination’ suggesting that maybe I should have a post that reminds the reader of the importance of imagination re: the senses.

And then my ‘muse’ spoke up reminding me that She was in control and the whole imagination thing was something She called forth when needed. Well, my imagination took offense suggesting that nothing called him forth, he ‘just was’ and a whole argument ensued. I wrote the conversation down for your enjoyment.

But first a quick backstory. When we refer to our “Muse”, know that it is taken from Greek Mythology. The God Zeus, King of all things and the Goddess Mnemosyne (Goddess of memory and mental power) had nine daughters conceived to help mankind as guiding spirits. Each daughter was called a muse and had the ability to inspire, especially in the areas of literature, science, and the arts.

The History of the word usage of Imagination begins around the 14th century. It’s language roots are from the Latin word “Imaginatio”. The general understanding of the word Imagination is “forming a mental image of something not present or never before wholly perceived in reality.

Okay so here’s the discussion as it took place.

Imaginatio: What do you mean I’m just a word, what’s that supposed to mean?

Muse: Hey, it’s just the way it is so deal with it!

Imaginatio: I am too real. I have lots of great ideas all the time.

Muse: No, you only come to life when I ask .

Imaginatio: So then I’m real if you’re asking me to do something for you?

Muse: No, I call on my own inspirational abilities and Imagination comes.

Imaginatio: You mean me?

Muse: No, you are a figment of your own figment!

Imaginatio: Hey, that’s pretty good.

Muse: I know, I am after all … Me!

Imaginatio: I’ve been around a very long time.

Muse: For all you know I’ve been around forever.

Imaginatio: Me too!

Muse: No you haven’t – get used to disappointment.

Imaginatio: Are you referring to the whole chicken and egg paradox because if you are that really sucks!

The argument was becoming heated at this point so I explained to them the blogger’s “read time” quota and asked each to write a short poem on unrequited love, I would be the arbitrator with the final say: Muse or Imagination. I did suggest the popular Haiku for their writing style, but both declined. Actually as I recall Imaginatio said “Pleease I’m already under enough pressure here!” My muse just smiled (hmmm)! And here are the  poems by each:

Tormented, by Imaginatio



Raw burning pain

of Longing,

I yearn,

I believe I

will die




of you


the last rose, by the Muse

the petals fall

one by one,

from my tightly clutched hand

The thorns pierce,

just an ordinary pain

I no longer feel,

the greatest pain

I feel



my love

…of you!



And the winner is … Muse who calls forth both her senses and imagination (imaginatio – I think she cheated!) to bring forth her magnificent creations. I hope everyone enjoyed this playful interpretation of Creativity today. Thanks for stopping by, Penny

Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe