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's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. She is currently working on her first novel. 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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