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Portrait of Vivian

by Kathleen Wilson

she is all our daughters
bloom from a long line

of hieroglyphics
rosetta stone born

perfect out of the tangled
vine we cannot hold her

she does not hold the flower
airborne she is it

one curling tendril stray from perfect coif
gives her away her unique take

her white brimmed world
is ringed with pink

her petaled lips
untouched fingertips are rose

she is the secret
strand that holds

pendant gold
singular precarious

all hearts
painted unopened

gleam potential
blush prelude

her future


10/23/2009

Posted on 10/23/2009
Copyright © 2026 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/24/09 at 08:21 AM

the things you write are like, uber-poetic. the stuff people aspire to when they're patching together new vocab words and what not. i wouldn't say it's totally over my head, but i will say it looks dang pretty and it is absolutely, for obvious reasons quite flowery! oh kw, you are an uber-poet. keep doing that because most of us can't.

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