I take the words
and set them aside
My prized cache
I sometimes file them
neatly
Other days
they blend and fade
Dissolving
A brief glimpse
They tantalize
with only
hints of what they
can become
I keep the case locked
guard them
hoard them
Their opaque
existence
an unstable realm
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*Words and phrases become treasures hoarded. Seedlings for
future poetry, writings. These are so fleeting. If I don’t
immediately write them down, they are usually lost, gone forever.
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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 by Z Publishing and in the Poets Quarterly published by Prolific Press in Spring/2019. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
REBLOG: Penny of “Penny Wilson Writes” Unstable Realm – I think all writers can relate to this piece. Beautiful!
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Thank you, thank you, Beckie! You’re a sweetheart! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Brilliant! Sounds like all the notebooks that surround me… Ideas, words, meanings, all there rolling around from paper to laptop. LOL! Lovely piece!
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Me too. I had fun with this piece. Thank you , Beckie! ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for the reblog, Chuck!! ❤ ❤
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Lovely! So aptly describes the brain of a writer.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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This is a great poem, Penny.
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Ohhh, thank you, Robbie!! 🙂
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