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Ode to a Dusty Day’s Wind
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Sunday, June 25, 2006
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Oh, Wind! Scatter not my hopes of rain-filled
Clouds - the particles you transport, beguiled
With miners dust, and, not the thrust of spill...
Oh, Wind, must I survive, again, your wiles?
It’s late June, my wind, when Monsoon-freed
Should begin, yet, you swoon with arid grins.
Time and again. Late June, my wind of greed,
Your friends, parlaying ‘has-beens’ with my spin...
Oh, wind of gusting, jousting sin! How worn
Can I be torn apart, within which departs,
As a whim? I wonder, anymore, cored
By eternity, if I’ll ever Art…
It’s late June, my wind, with deceptive wins.
Dust-devils seize me up … as I am twinned.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/16/06
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I completely agree with Aberjhani's review; yes! I felt the winds roaring through my soul as I read this dynamic piece; well done! My new favorite of yours.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|These lines whirl through the reader's heart and soul like a veritable tornado of supplication, conjuring, and recognition. Extraordinary work from an extraordinary pen.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Got gallons upon gallons of the wet stuff in NJ, started raining yesterday afternoon and has not let up for more than a few minutes, seems a waste to have it just sink into the ground, whereas the southwest could use it so desperately...hope those clouds spew forth, at least a few drops...Ed & rufuz|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|You'll never know where the wind begins, and how the wind would blow. The clouds are sooooo adaptable to the wind. They shifted, they shaped themselves each time to the wind.
Simply AMAZING write! I enjoyed this!
All your poems are very unique -
like wine, it should be drunk,
Wonderful write, Erin!
Sandie May Angel :o)
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|She's a tease allright, sending clouds with an empty promise of downpour and turning to fury without warning. Sounds like the vortex I'm sometimes pulled into. Oh for a light, playful breeze and soft rain. Very fine...