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Best Not Spoken
(1967- / Homestead, Florida)

Best Not Spoken

Poem By Kelly Vinal

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.
For this is destiny, prescribed and guided
Along the silken roads to glory –
Such is talk, as whispered in the shadows
O’er these lush and never-ending meadows,
Rolling long between the valley and the sea –
Where great machines adjoined in harvest
And the conflagrated ancient forests
Are rarely seen.

What is this man who’s looking back
From a rainbow-slickened oil reflection
As we walk along a wounded shore?

Go ye to the best not spoken,
In that place of texture, love, and compassion –
To His open arms that wait eternally.
In the liberation of dreams once repressed,
In an overdue confession –
Onward to the silver roads of glory.
Such is love, this field of thorny roses,
By the great river - onward, onward she courses;
When every soul becomes a crimson petal
Released to the mercy of the blowing breeze –
To drift along the winding valley
Across a mystery.

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I especially love the last four lines.... beautiful imagery and prose. Thanks
I especially love the last four lines.... beautiful imagery and prose. Thanks
Wow! Nice one there!
walk along the wounded shore leading to silken roads and silver roads of glory touched my heart with an elevated feeling
I am an avowed athiest. But you manage to put your beliefs over in a beautiful way: your choice of words; the structure. This is a rare example of perfection. With respect Denis Joe