Kelly Vinal Poems

Turn another blinded eye, oblivious
To cattail meadows strewn sea-to-sea -
Each stalk, brazed by arctic incursions
And baked by the sun in May.
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In small circles, I feel no pain
The magic flows, imbues my brain
Turns my focus to the sky
I
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Onward to the best not spoken,
When every vestige of pride becomes a prayer –
And the sadness of God is manifested
In the emancipation of collective doubt.
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Our world is rife, rife
With plague, deceit
And defeat
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Wounded swan, still beautiful –
Spreads wings she feels
Are broken –
Determined still to climb again
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Liver little
Bile of ages run
Acid of humanity
Shudder in the morning sun
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Your life seems sudden
And less familiar –
Sometimes bigger,
Sometimes louder than
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The beauty of a lonely willow
As summer shadows pass
To equinox
Leaves, low and delicate,
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There is something left
In your eyes, they do not lie
I am my. My is something subjugate
To the lower, low me, below
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It isn’t but to pass, the waning hour
Of desire and that opportunity nearly squandered -
The soul’s calloused scars of never-ending promise,
Denied in the vitriolic stream of unrelenting time.
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