by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Sunday, March 19, 2006
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When north is south and west is east, storm clouds
Break out on Thunder Island. When winds inner
Out and echoes plead with gibberish-crowds,
Sound pummels the mountains of Thunder Island.
How proud that land, how allowed to perish!
How mothered here and fathered there, alone
On bosom of earth’s floating home, churlish…
Woe, still, when all is said and done, so known.
When up is down and solo is a crowd,
Cacophonies decry Thunder Island.
When inside reaches out, words become shrouds,
Erosion winnows Thunder Island’s sands.
How proud are vows when screamed from heights aloud!
How endowed to perish – Thunder Island.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/12/06
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|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|An amazingly rendered psychological landscape with very fine construction detailing the relationship between internal environments and the external. The symbolic intensity here is profound and meshes in a beautiful way with the emotional depth. Real art in these lines, and a real testimony too, I believe, to the muted agonies of hidden human conditions. Thank you for the gift and the lesson.