Words unneeded.

Touch, speaks.

Arms pull me

to safety.

Your heartbeat

under my ear,

I am home.

Lost in


A world of

our making.

Our world.

Our home.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*Day 4 of my Post-A-Day πŸ™‚




About Penny Wilson Writes

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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11 Responses to Home

  1. WaltPage says:

    Short and sweet ☺❀


  2. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Come read this romantic post on what make – “Home”! Please explore Penny’s Archive.


  3. The Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negroβ„’.


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