My Smashed Penny Poem by Patrick Czyz

My Smashed Penny



I often go to places,
Not near from my home,
That leave an imprinted mark.
I keep their lasting sight
In the network of memory.
But what keeps memory flaming
Is more than memory alone,
Such as a single coin
Made by the copper content
Crushed with the sign of
That memory I once had.

Sunday, February 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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You will understand if you are an avid pressed penny collector such as moi.
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