Oblivion, In The Morning
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I watch my sprinklerís desert-saving shower
continue the life of my world. Iíve lived
twelve years in this same mining house,
raising children, losing self, losing energy.
Almost forty-five, and my 9yr. old drives me crazy,
with youth. How can I stand it in my own rebirth?
There! A forward thrust! My sprinkler water
is filling my lake! My used-to-be-flat lakeÖ
One dusk, last week, in a frenzy of self-pique,
I took a shovel to that flattened lake,
and I created a loch, and a fishing spot,
a beach for swimming and a gravel pit.
I built an island and a scarp of rocks,
a landing, and a peaceful pool.
And I felt good when the drops
of living water filled my lake.
But, I donít feel so good, anymore.
The gravel pit hasnít been breached, the loch
is shallow and dirty, a scum floats
on most of this lakeís now-surface,
Because, I see the world in this lake,
separated by chance, luck or fate.
I see drought and food, and fools.
I am a fool. I can digress, without
actuality. I epitomize hypocrisy,
and I hate it. Self-flagellation
comes in many forms.
There are yellow leaves already
floating on my lake. The gravel pit
has been assimilated. And, if I leave
the sprinkler running, I will see
Oblivion, in the morning.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/25/04
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|A mixing of impressionistic-symbolistical and surreal imageries in the composition of this literary classic, "Oblivion, In The Morning".
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by jude forese
|well written ... luv the ending ...|
|Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J
|Very well expressed the daily toil of a lady, Erin.
Love from india - Joel -
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Enjoyed this down to earth human write Erin!!
|Reviewed by anne cunningham
|i was reading this with a smile, especially when i got to the description of the lake-building. i hated to read what came next, even though it was going to be a truthful and honest natural progression ... but it had me saying to myself, "stop, you are hurting me," but i also could not stop reading. you built something here, and you also tore us apart with the truth and nature of it all. well done, erin.|