Biography of C.Ann Penning
I was born in 1971 in a small Amish town, Lagrange IN; the oldest of five children. My family moved around a lot between a few of the surrounding smaller towns; if they could get much smaller than Lagrange. I started drawing at a very early age, which soon developed into painting which I was most well known for. Paint became my feelings poured out for all to see. Later as a teen, I developed a love for writing but hid it. I guess it gave me a sense of control when I was living an out of control life. My mother and father divorced while I was very young and my father soon died thereafter. It took years for me to accept it and writing allowed for me to secretly share my pain without feeling judged or ridiculed. As the years have come and gone my passion for writing has drowned my passion for painting, although there are times when it resurfaces.
One of my most favored poems over the years has been 'Blood Stained Feathers and Broken Wings.' It was written for a contest and took first place. I don't enter contests often so this was a special treat. I'm not known for writing in a special form. I guess one could say I tend to take flight and gracefully land where ever my mood takes me.
C.Ann Penning Poems
Sometimes when I look into the deep blue skies, I dream of tomorrow and days gone by I float across the oceans of the bright fluffy clouds, Tip toe across raindrops; try not to make a sound
Forever My Love
Hush… Roaring midnight storms beget Briny, lucid prison walls Distorted mirrors of pain
We Three Kings - Lion, Eagle Owl, Cobra ...
Emerging from murky pools Full of wisdom and knowledge Clearly seeing, hearing all Predators
Magical, full of wonder and hidden mysteries Angel’s wintry down feathers falling From bright, cotton filled Carolina skies
Roaring thunder echoing in my chest A storm sweeping in, catching me by surprise Your laughter a refreshing rain flooding my soul Your smile a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds
The effortless sashay of her silky body in the wind With vigor and splendor, she draws the eye in Though silent, her voice can be heard for miles
Arctic melodies orchestrating Stunning, unique crystal dancers Across a shimmering blue stage
Hiding in dark shadows Fallen ones Devour life's luminosity Flesh feasts upon thy soul
Roses Are Red
Violet’s blue Pooling Into a benign silence Overflowing salty droplets
O' Mr. Sandman
Chafe my lids With your sedative Bleed me of my dreams Then let me be
O’ Mirror, mirror do they see Beyond the skin that paints a soul A specific shape or quality An artistic expression; a keyhole
Under the steel twilight skies, Under the dawn's fire and ice She whispers out to the earth, Unveil your dark boundless knight
A Prisoner Set Free
Enveloped in obscurity Strangled by intense Unrelenting hopelessness Lifeless
Crickets play in the dead of night A melody, so soft and sweet Lulls me quickly off to sleep