Fraught
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, August 28, 2004
I am not a prophet.
I am a voice.
I am vice
in physical form. I
have habits disagreeable,
traceable to histrionics.
I am fallible,
that is the point.
I am only fraught
with impatience
when impatience
is fraught.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/28/04
**Mari**
Hey mail me those cookies by "Airmail"....lol!!
Love Tinka
Love Tinka
You do these analytical writes so well...
Peter
Well done!
Lisa