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Shallow Me Not
Decomposing Crystal Ridge
Copper Mountain's River
In a Poet's Eyes
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Itís strange, at times, becoming a poem.
First attempts are exuberant, teasing,
flashes of phrases spiral and spin, mind laughs,
weight lifts some, from life, from living,
from ending up ordinary. First attempts, naÔve,
sacrifices to imagined denuded Muses.
Itís euphoric, at times, becoming a Poem.
First stabs of brilliant thought, searing,
flashes of peripheral words stretch and slide, mind gasps,
weight descends, time becomes concentrated,
blurring reality, consciousÖexpands, explodes,
seizes the phenomenon of creation.
Itís breath taking, at times, becoming Poem.
First read critical to hold Time, soaring,
flashes of epiphanies sally and salute, mind crafts,
weight deepens, layers supported by netted words
contain pithy core, unweaving the enigma
satisfies comprehensionís acuity.
Itís depleting, at times, being a poet.
First flush steadies, further seeing,
flashes of perspectives stagger and sap, mind cries,
weight blooms, questions of collapsing humanity
crush sensitivity, judgmental attrition
squeezes words into fragmented pain.
Itís depressing, at times, being a Poet.
First rejections by kind, disbelieving,
flashes of hopelessness slap and strike, mind dies,
weight collapses, doubt breeds disgust,
spirit agonizes, interrogating realizations
seek to reestablish creative id.
Itís difficult, at times, being Poet.
First confession avalanches, revealing,
flashes of weakness satiate and sink, mind lies,
weight settles, weathered by exposure,
weariness creeps, draining life of self,
sacrosanctity turned inside out.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/13/03†
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|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Erin this is great...one that all of us can truly relate to...especially the "depleting" verse...well done girl....floria|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You really got to the heart of the matter. We are as you descibe in varying degrees running the gamut of emotions trying to find our poetic voice...outstanding write Erin!|
|Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington
|You have read the poet's mind, felt his experiences, and portrayed them most excellently!! Huzzah!
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Well done, Erin! Yet, when all is said and done, "Ain't ya glad, you're a great poet?" I know you are!|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Nicely crafted Erin!!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Those doubts. That uncertainty. Such truths expressed here. Thank you, Erin.|
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|Erin, an excellent write. Wonderful.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Erin, very well written. Your poem touches the depths of all of us.|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Erin, you've done well my sweet. It's up and down, inside/out. I love this and know the feelings well.
Love, JC xoxoxo
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Erin, you've captured it so well.
Great piece! It's very frustrating
yet rewarding. You've got my attention! ;)
|Reviewed by Robin Spicer
A well written piece, encapsulating the uncertainty's that we all go through from time to time.