Kelly Vinal

Rookie (1967- / Homestead, Florida)

Damaged

Poem by Kelly Vinal

You sang a song of eternal sanctum
Beneath a sliver moon of hope renewed
I discerned your mother’s voice, as it passed
Like an Olympic torch, to your daughters,
In their first, unsteady hymns -
Sometimes, growing old, we begin to
Realize the painted walls that we adored
Are really those of exile

Love is a freight train of possibility,
Interspersed with grain and granite dreams -
Churning full velocity, you can’t command
Its halt to avoid the rocks ahead

With the seasons, we heap our mounds
Of expectation - sometimes pulling rip-cords -
Sometimes, emergency brakes, to find they are
Man-made and subject to human flaw -
You sang a song to overcome the
Emptiness of weeping echoes,
The caverns of hollow promise - those
Stalagmite daggers of damage wrought


Comments about Damaged by Kelly Vinal

  • Roger Cornish (9/29/2008 1:18:00 PM)

    'Realize the painted walls that we adored
    Are really those of exile'

    You are good..........(Report)Reply

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  • Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/26/2008 7:45:00 AM)

    Excellent meters, loved the stalagmite daggers, wonderful poetry.

    Thanks for the read,

    L&T(Report)Reply

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  • Tears In Rain (9/4/2005 1:11:00 PM)

    Each stanza is so well crafted and a thought in it's own right they could stand alone. Combined they are even more powerful.(Report)Reply

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  • David Gerardino (12/21/2004 3:14:00 PM)

    I love this poem, right to the point and full of truth...(Report)Reply

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  • Norah Comerio (12/18/2004 9:07:00 AM)

    There are many thoughts in this piece that have touched me. Thank you for the simple complexity of this poem.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 17, 2010