A Poem, From an Artist, of Listening
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Tempo driven, ready-riven, ribbons wind
Around my soul. Colors wallow, no tomorrow,
Suddenly, I see anew… Sometimes pallets
Waver-wander, ‘yond the point of mind’s regress’,
Simple-shallow, no tomorrow, seems again
I might transgress. Feeling childish, feeling
Words, once again, I must transgress my
Feelings, once again, be up-thrust.
Weeping borrows, no tomorrows,
Must again shoulder girth, feeling moody,
O ‘contraire, moon’s gone crazy
Sort of birth! Beyond an old full moon..
Shadow-loving, always morrow, I, again
Extend my birth. I may transgress, formal
Raptured, but most of this, I won’t regret.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Much wordsmithing, no regrets, no tomorrows and then always morrow.
Much said...Erin. Enjoyed very much.
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|No regrets a must to move on!!!
Liked your poem *Erin*
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|As long as you have no regrets, that should lead to a successful and happy life span. And yes, always, no matter what, be upthrust.|