The chill of winter holds tight
Accompanied by the savage wind.
The palled sun gives no warmth.
Does it light your way?
The distant hills bear
No sign of your trek.
My heart clutches thinking
Of the dangers you face.
Are you still there
My Beloved?
I scan the distance
As I always do.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Distance. Be sure to check out the fun on her blog HERE.
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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Thank you Sue!
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Beautiful, Penny…and full of longing…
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Awww, thanks Sue!!
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The watchers always have the hardest job.💜
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yes they do! Thank you!
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💜🌹
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I’m part of the chorus! Nice!
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Thank you so much Kind Sir and thank you for the follow!
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Thank you Sue!
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Excellent response Penny, I liked the notion of an everlasting sense of hope.
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Thank you Michael!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you Sweet Man! ❤ ❤
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Very nice, Penny.
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Thank you Sweet Girl! 🙂
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