Pamela Walsh-Holte

Joined November 2020

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"Aged"
As the light of my hope grows dim, I hang my head and weep. And time has become my enemy.
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a month ago in Poets
"The Lantern's Sway"
There's a light that shines in me. Can't you see the lantern sway? Is it darkness? That blinds your view? Or the fear of seeing, some of me, in you?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 months ago in Poets
"Real-ation". Content Warning.
Benny was smitten with Eve. She hadn't given him a second look or for that matter spoke more than a courteous hello in the two years since he met her at his close friend Mitch's party. Since that time, he had pestered Mitch relentlessly to arrange get-togethers with her on the guest list in hopes he could strike up even the smallest conversations with her.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte5 months ago in Fiction
"FREE"
Izzy was so excited! She had just obtained her first rental apartment and could not wait to get it furnished and decorated. She sat in her car in front of the apartment building while waiting for Zane, who would be there soon with his truck to take her to her parents house and load up her belongings, which are not much, every thing she owns can fit in one load.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte5 months ago in Fiction
"Lightweight". Top Story - August 2025.
The day had been a long one, Moving into a new place involved so much work and she was exhausted. They had the last load in the truck, and just the thought of having to unload and set up her bed when they got to the new place made her want to cry!
By Pamela Walsh-Holte5 months ago in Humor
"Slow-dancing"
Seeking to calm the storm within, she sat upon the shore. As the moon peeked on the horizon, coming to rest upon the surface of the dark water, she watched humbly as it woke the lake spreading hues of gold and honey.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte6 months ago in Poets
A Wise Heart
A heart that's fractured, sadly, weeps for a life that's altered, by the loss of what could have been. Wise is the heart that seeks to mend
By Pamela Walsh-Holte11 months ago in Poets
"Heaven"
If I could view heaven what would I see? Would the angels song bring music to my ears? Would the scent of the saved replace my fears?
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Poets
How Does Your Garden Grow?
Listen, can you hear, the sound of the hummingbird in your ear? Can you feel the touch of the sun on your face? The honey in the honeycomb can you taste?
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Poets
"DV"
The sound of your voice relentless in my ear The touch of your hand makes everything unclear Entangled in your web, my first taste of fear
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Poets
"Pard's"
I passed away in 2008 at the age of 50. I was laid to rest next to my father at the Lopez Island Church Cemetery. Just being next to my dad allows me to rest in peace. For the most part anyway. I say for the most part because several times my closest friends have made the trip to Lopez and stopped to visit me only to pass right by my resting place, time and time again. No matter how I try I can not get their attention.
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Psyche
"BIKER BLUES"
So, I was evasive I felt the need to hide Little did I know Every thing I need to ride No one told me, the Cost would be so high
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Poets