Samuel Stuart Pennell Poems

I walk into my room,
the door shuts behind me.
I am in my own world
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Thundering Youth/Thundering flower

Like the thundering flower of youth,
and the thundering beauty of a flower
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My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo.
We are on route 9, sliding down-
towards Boston.
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When I drive through the country
I feel as though I am running
My fingers through the wheat grass
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On the evening I met you,
my heart stood still

there was stillness all around you
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It seemed as though angels were holding up the arcs of her face...

Mindy fly far and
Mindy fly near
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Lexi stood next to me, on the porch.
He struck up a match to light a cigarette,
and the air was filled by a beautiful smell of phosphorous.
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