(1967- / Homestead, Florida)


Everybody was
Beyond the slight of life
Lost upon enchanted places
Illuminating night –
What was once, once
Tendered in belief, that
Currency of faith, those
Wraths of retrospection
In rays of grainy space –
It was I who once comported
With a paradoxical refrain…
Or Proper or Pompous –
The silhouette's betrayal
Of rust and tattered reins.
Everybody was
Beyond the line of sight
Drawn upon the second-hour
Dreamscape we define –
What was once indelibly, incurably
Splashed upon the pale-gray canvas
Or etched in granite, bas relief
Of syncopated faith –
To ninety, on the weakest beat
Of life, the immeasurable
Aspirations of perfect
Of perfect resolve
Of perfect love.

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Comments (8)

Illuminating, and methodically masterful, Kelly. Really, this is brilliantly ascribed like some arty sunset; awe-inspiring…
In words, you have beautifully painted a picture... most wonderful
This was quite enjoyable, Kelly...From the intrepid elocution to the crisp, dove-tail structure via well employed, short-cropt versing...Job well done, Sir! FJR
Perfect, I like this very much. Exceptional poem. All the best, Diane
A lovely description of changing perceptions and values. Perfectly paced.
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