Kayla Jarnac Poems

Clouds move through the skies,
Changing their shapes all the time,
Pictures up so high.
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I have walked into the ocean
and realized the depth of time.

I have walked among the clockwork
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Summer nights,
the warm, thick air,
a little humid, but not
too much,
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The wind is like a wolf.
It howls at the windows,
and scratches at the door
with dead branches
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Storms bring warm, wet oceans,
under his joyful morning laugh.

Teach us to grow
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First,
The loudness is rising,
growing boisterous,
I shut my ears to it
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eyes to See
what is revealed,
ears to Listen
to the truth,
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The windows through which
I see the world
are misted,
Presumptions about the people
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At the end of his rope,
He fashioned a noose,
and made the final choice-
Between life and death.
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Sharp;
Poking, prodding,
layer by layer
beneath my skin;
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