Spirit Sown: Part Two
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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Written for and dedicated to Miss Crystal Luburgh.
She is the first human being who taught me the true meaning of love and friendship, given without strings or desires of self. There have been others, since.
My flash fiction piece, 'Crystal', explains her affect upon my soul's growth.
The gift of another ‘it’s-a-birthday’
fills me with such quintessence
of Humanistic enduring essence,
I cannot breathe without
speaking … you, with
reverence and pride.
The gift of another ‘I’m-alive-but-cancerous’
year divides any equality to life we could have known,
which hurts inside of me. Because, I am You.
My Love, my Crystal, my Em,
far beyond the means of sustenance,
I pretended not to care, I reared and reread my life fantastic.
I considered you a threat to my ‘way of strife’.
And, you were, in such a glorious manner,
I swooned with misplaced humbleness
of preoccupation. I thought you would wound my heart
with an arrow of love, and you did, you do, you are.
You are, my love, a mirror to humanity, you progress
pured profanity into lyrics of respect and harmony.
I will lose you, soon, my love. I feel fear near…
The doves of your cooing, couraged life have come to greet
my heart, filled with you, filled with You. Distilled by You.
Into a Master Crystallization rarely seen on this earth, shown
only to the few who can hold your life, your strife
and your pain. I am to blame, with others, for
every moments ache
you’ve experienced in life,
up to now.
This is a vow, my forever friend, to the truth your story extends,
to the supreme knowledge of absolution, sustenance and fusion.
You will live on through me,
as long as I breathe your scented essence,
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/27/05
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|a masterfully penned poem ... it's a gift to be part of such a person ...|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A soaring, beautifully penned tribute--Crystal sounds like a wonderful person! I wish I knew her--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|A beautiful gift that is given is
love without strings or attachments.
A loving tribute. It's really moving.
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Crystal has given you a priceless gift, which now you are priviledged to pass on. She sounds like a beautiful soul. I often call on my sister's strength to help me through a tough time(she died young from cancer). A prayer to you...|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Too sad this write is, we always have to ask why the "good die young", but I think it is because they go to the next life to arrange for the those of us that are worse than they are to someday re-meet with them...or it is not time to end our "suffering payback" in this life...I may then live forever, I have so much to be payed back for, LOL! Keep smiling, Ed & Rufuz|