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Enduring

Enduring

A Poem by Vicki Kent


Stonehengeas mysteriousas many other talesuntoldonly at Winter Solsticedoes the light beam through the stonea perfect anglea perfect sunriseover time ..
Grey Is the Light Though Birds Still Sing

Grey Is the Light Though Birds Still Sing

A Poem by Vicki Kent


There has been a storm herefor what seems an infinite timeI do not condemn the cloudsfor their bruised, melancholic auraIndeed, I have felt quite rest..
There Were Also Goblins On the Roof

There Were Also Goblins On the Roof

A Poem by Vicki Kent


Tap tapI heard themno-one else didno-one else daredWe shall give her sedativesthey will help her sleepsaid a doctorby the name of Young Not the best i..
Severance

Severance

A Poem by Vicki Kent


She was fire and bloodanger and repulsion searedthrough her painDo not talk to themhe had once saidnow he loves them allShe was fire and ragedisgust a..
Invisible Rectangles In a Room of Contempt

Invisible Rectangles In a Room of Contempt

A Poem by Vicki Kent


It is not what you seerather what is feltwith depressed focusLines and linesshapes and spacesno stars to defineA wall of greywhere shadows slitheralon..
Bowls and Sepia Toned Peaches

Bowls and Sepia Toned Peaches

A Poem by Vicki Kent


I know nothing about herthe melancholic woman poised with a brass bowlyet I feel a resonance with hershe has a graceful appearancerather like a sepia ..
Her Mind Is Random Rooms and Lines

Her Mind Is Random Rooms and Lines

A Poem by Vicki Kent


A white linestatic in appearancedivides her soul from ego Peaceful at firstwas the transitionharmless in some ways Until life whisperedexistence is a ..
Brittle Nerves Resonate With The Swift's Call

Brittle Nerves Resonate With The Swift's Call

A Poem by Vicki Kent


You always stutteredas a child, you still do it,she coldly accused.I thought the shrill swiftscould muffle the sound of hersoulless guilt tripping.Yet..
Eternal

Eternal

A Poem by Vicki Kent


For my Dad...
The Years

The Years

A Poem by Vicki Kent


If I exhale the mistfrom my muddied mindI may be able to understandwhere eleven years have vanishedEach secondhas been a lessona transcendence of sort..