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| Being.the.traveller |
A Soft Kiss
Dusk, hour of the rods
When all is peripheral
Near, as yet unclear
Dusk, I let the night embrace me
And so let the daylight disappear
previously published in Syracuse Review and Anomaly Poetry/Domesticated Primate
Knowing not Knowing
The candle holder hovers
About an inch above
The shelf
I know this is a dream
Or there is something behind
Holding it there
And wish I didn’t know
previously published in Fireflies’ Light
Graduation Dream
The last month, week, day,
when couples all around us
shed tears and part.
We stay.
“Two of them,” we say,
and fifty years later, still, in love.
© Penny Nolte
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| Penny Nolte |
Penny Nolte creates gentle narratives of family and place. After a long pause from storytelling, her newest work is found in The Avalon Literary Review, Macrame Literary Journal, The Writer's Journal, and Dorothy Parker’s Ashes, among others. Originally from upstate New York, with a fortifying decade in Colorado, Penny now calls the Green Mountains of Vermont home. |
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