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smzang | Pitching Pennies Poetry
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The work of smzang. Asymp; 4 Comments. All a matter of timing. And the taste of sighs. 8216;We move in circles and the circles turn’. There is much to learn from a poem. The sways and bends. When there is no sin. Asymp; 4 Comments. The toothless cogs of stilled machines,. Mills rusted shut in eternal closings,. The silenced pens of poets. Filled with chaotic schemes that only time. Can turn toward their true mirror. Is born indentured, a slave. To the pendulum’s swing,. What is that bangle. Did it see me.
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Starry Night | Pitching Pennies Poetry
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The work of smzang. Asymp; 6 Comments. Above the rooftops,. The castled spires,. Beyond the plume of smoke. From yonder stack,. I see a light,. A million more pin points. It is a starry night. With Hercules in ascent,. Is that what you saw,. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Thoughts on “Starry Night”. July 23, 2015 at 10:38 am. Excellent written poem , you draw a beautiful image in my mind , Sarah! Thank you for sharing! July 24, 2015 at 7:32 am. I love, love, love this! July 27, 2015 at 9:57 am. In the...
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snippet of dream | Pitching Pennies Poetry
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The work of smzang. Asymp; 4 Comments. To pray the way to peace,. To linger no longer than love is strong,. To have your back. In any desperation;. Last night I heard these vows. In a dream,. But the face of the voice. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Thoughts on “snippet of dream”. August 4, 2015 at 11:59 am. What a special dream to have had. And the hidden face makes this gorgeous poem! August 11, 2015 at 12:40 pm. Thank you so much! September 3, 2015 at 2:55 pm. September 5, 2015 at 10:55 am. Penned ...
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A Kind of Hush | Pitching Pennies Poetry
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The work of smzang. A Kind of Hush. Asymp; 10 Comments. Overcast, subdued, a preview of Fall. Fills the air with a sense of silence,. Even as emerald swathes the hills. It is easy to picture Maples. Draped with new flame. Wild geese will soon vee, merely ritual,. Now they winter here, comfortable. With abundant corn, greens grown for their. Pleasure. Ancient instincts. For migration are stilled. Like this world waiting for Technicolor. Of turning leaves, dying vines, pumpkins. Or a child’s. August 15, 20...
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Still Time | Pitching Pennies Poetry
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The work of smzang. Asymp; 7 Comments. Still the hands of time. While maples, leafed out atop the hills,. Make canopies that ripple gently. With the kiss of July’s breath,. Then the glory days of August bloom. Partner in dance with the sprightly song. Another short one,. Leaves turning, falling ever faster,. The calendar growing thinner now. Autumn. But stay, September can wait. Set silver notes afloat in sun shine;. There is still time. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. July 29, 2015 at 11:07 am. Notify...
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