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Pendulum Mine

by Chris Sorrenti


with each swing of
my pendulum
I cross another line
some places
hostile
others benign
from the day I was born
seemingly
at death’s door
my pendulum
always pulling me away
though someday
some say never comes
my pendulum
swinging
farther and faster

© 1998

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01/28/2015

Posted on 01/29/2015
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/29/15 at 02:44 PM

I know the feeling well. I no longer measure wear my watch. I measure it by the season. Nice write!

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