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by Erin E Kelly-Moen
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Tremulous iris grows on rigid spines,
Translucence vibrant, bouquet of champagne,
Morning sun smiles, raptured by skirted lines;
Gentle-natured vision, rebirthed, again.
Rain-beaten iris stands tall and alone,
Effervescent weather takes in its toll.
Afternoon’s clouds seem to cry to atone,
Soft sound the sighs of essences now null.
Dew-sparkled iris, I bow to your Life,
Fortuitous meeting, I’ve need of peace.
Yester’ blooms melted, my World, full of strife,
Flood me in bubbles, I yearn for surcease.
Iris, my iris, gather up your bloom,
Decant my anguish into Nature’s womb.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Photo by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/7/04
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Hail Poets and readers!
In the garden of this castle Poetry one can see art meeting science; knowledge embracing wisdom; and flowers diffusing aesthetical perfume, like this literary flower singing the wonders of Nature's majesty.
Much gratitude to the authoress for this golden Scroll titled, "Tremulous Iris".
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
|exquisite. filled with so much vibration.
Erin you are a true wordsmith!
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|a beautiful write
|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|I might have to join Katy in calling you bubbled one. That's just too catchy a name to ignore. I've always been able to find solace from life's pain in nature. This poem was like Calgon. It took me away.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Here I go opening my dictionary again, boy, Erin, sometimes I find it hard to understand your writes, but this one I got with no problem, but I keep learning new words, LOL! Maybe if I wait till the 4:20 area of the day, then I may understand much better, if not, oh well, LOL! Peace thru the Write, Ed & Rufuz|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was beautiful! so lovely, what a wonderful poem to read after a long day!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
beauty! verse and pic--reminds me of gramma planting iris in the spring in ohio
thanks for the memory jog :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Very beautifully expressed Erin. We have some dark blue
with lighter outer edges,in our apt complex.They are hard to
keep up, but oh so precious.I love this poem!
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|There is no getting around it, Erin, oh, 'bubbled' one... an Iris wears a lavendar ballet tutu.. I have always seen that.. your picture made me sigh out loud... though there is a flavor of torment and weary words in this gorgeous piece, I do believe you chose exactly the right flower to commune with.. The Iris is at once delicate, suggesting calm and caring.. but also, tall and bold, able to listen and guide. Come out from your blah and dance, sweetie pie. (smile) katy xox.|
|Reviewed by Gaylen Sharp
|This is as beautiful as the flower by any name.