My box of words is hoarded selfishly. Choosing and stockpiling each one carefully. I take inventory. I tuck them away in my little treasure box lined with memories tears and laughter. Yesterday's words are tinged aging and gnarled the edges curling. Today's words fat filled with promise. Choosing the right ones is a challenging feat not always accomplished with elegance.Β Copyright (C) Penny Wilson
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This is a lovely piece, Penny. You created a beautiful visual and your last stanza speaks volumes.
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Thank you so much for your kind words and for the visit!
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My pleasure!
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Delicious words!! π
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Aww, thank you, Susi! This is one of my favorites. I’m glad you like it. β€ β€
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My pleasure, Penny! β€
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What a strong visual you create with these words. Oh, how I love words.
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Me Too! I read the words “My Box of Words” somewhere and just had to do something with them. That’s how it is sometimes with me, a word or a phrase will spark and idea and off I go! π
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck. β€
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Masterful, Penny!! Love poems about words and writing!! Bellissmo, My Dear!!
xoxo ππΉ
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Thank you, Chuck! β€
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Reread this and loved it more, Dear!!
xoxox ππππΉ
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Awww, thank you, Chuck! β€
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