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Quietly Dusking by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen Monday, August 16, 2010 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Squeak, snip. Squeak, snip. Squeak, snip. I’m trimming the hanging cucumber plants. One of the three in my Topsy-Turvy pepper planter is deadening, the snippers Are an older pair. Swallow, bat, dragonfly, an insect, a mammal, a bird. The quiet pre-dusk sky Speaks its own language. Rustle, rustle, cheep. Three cats look up, hopefully, dry palm fronds shifting into bed-time chambers. Chirp, rustle, cheep. Screen doors slam, children’s voices recede, Called into houses. I’m done with my trimming, harder to see, anyway. I’m older, and dying. Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen © Copyright 8/16/10

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Reviewed by Gene Williamson	8/20/2010

Metaphorically speaking, Erin, You're as young as your magic pen allows. -gene.




Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill	8/17/2010

I love the metaphor of life and death in this poem. And that it is set in reality of your trimming the plants. Peace, Dayvid




Reviewed by Karen Palumbo	8/16/2010

Sounds more like the everyday life and the trials and joys that go along with it, interesting... Be always safe, Karen