Wring Me Wry
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, April 17, 2004
Wring me wry,
wait, too late,
wryness dries,
and conjugates.
Pierce my eye,
hide your hate,
eyes decry
and desecrate.
Price my cry,
laugh, then bait,
cries berate,
and congregate.
Fling me, fly!
Weight of fate…
flies too straight,
and procreates.
Erin Moen
4/17/04
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very nice writing....love your
meter here...floria
Whats up?????????
Love Tinka
Reindeer
enjoyed much
William
Excellent poetry, keep up the great work...
God Bless
~Michelle~
Short and emphatic.
Gina