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Incarnate

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Suffering trials, she trudges the slick ice slope
Stumbling against gravity’s pull, she might
Dress her wounds with impenetrable sadness
When she finds the fortress gates

Yellow sun washes the clouds crimson in dusk
A lone swan high in migratory channels, lost
Contrails leading home, or new beginnings
Stirs of life in desert dust

Might well leave our skins behind, probative of growth
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Declan McHenry 20 March 2006

Great to see your work surfacing again Kelly. A finely worked engaging and visual piece. Like Max, it's got me thinking and that is no bad thing at all.

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Max Reif 20 March 2006

I haven't put this poem all together yet, but I find many of your images, and much of your language, extremely beautiful, and wanted to say that. I even learned something, looking up 'contrails' and 'probative'!

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Lamont Palmer 20 March 2006

Nice images here, Vinal. Good poem. -LP

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