Poem Hunter
(1967- / Homestead, Florida)


Poem By Kelly Vinal

Hold me firmly to your bosom
Lest I’m torn by expectation –
I’m a sapling, roots just taken,
Don’t rip me out before my rain –
In time, we make our way to
Making -within our bounds of given talent –
To lift economies and economic clout, with
No measurable impact – ah, but
Such are aggregates, my dearest Karlton Marx –
If I could hear the silence
Of a cold, majestic mountain,
She would whisper softly, softly to me –
That the mountains never age;
And that living sparks will never fade
Until they burn their fleeting fuel
Of will.

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Comments (5)

Perhaps poetry should stand independent of the poet, but this one had 10x the impact after I read your bio. A very respectable bit of work.
Very nice to see such beauty in writing. I'm amazed at your writings considering where you are. Sincerely, Mary
A powerful poem, especially the last line's two words.We are running out of fuel, aren't we.
Flow etc. -I had to read this three times to get some meaning out of it. Maybe the weekend dulling of the senses..... A Visiting Professor is a much sought after honour. Let's name you 'Visiting Poet'. H
the isolation and high risk factor of iraq has helped your creative juices kelly a nice poem with great flow Warm regards allan