Just a hint.
A small inkling.
Like a whisper
not quite heard.
Or a soft scent
on the breeze.
I can’t hold
or touch it.
A shadow;
caught in the path
of the sun.
I felt it.
I tasted it.
I’m sure.
Elusive and
Wild
As Trust.
As fleeting
As Time.
Love.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
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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.
This poem illustrates the power of minimal words. Well done.
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Thank you Audrey! ❤ (sending warm Texas thoughts your way) 🙂
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Lovely Penny!
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Thank you Jess! ❤
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Shirt… Simple… Poignant… Powerful… Beautiful!! ☺❤
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Thank you Kind Sir! ❤
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You’re very welcome☺
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Lovely little poem. So eloquent.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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💋 💋 Thank you!
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Always my pleasure, Ms. Penny.
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