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. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
11 thoughts on “Unstable Realm”
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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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