Melancholy III: Fading
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, August 29, 2004
The movement of the earth, axially,
saddens me. The waning season,
almost upon us. The spraying hiss
of the sprinkler punctuates my thoughts.
Tedious blue skies and cloudless scenes
still my dreams of passionate monsoon growth.
The desert heat has returned -- producing
lethargy, and a wearying malaise.
Everywhere I look I see signs of fading,
even in my eyes. Even in myself.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/29/04
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Love tinka
Your poem is too perceptive, makes for unease...well done;-)LOL
Sandie May Angel
We all have our moments, days and times, where we feel so "faded" but quiet time is all that is required to revitalize the mind and soul. Thought provoking write, sometimes we don't "listen" close enough to the signs, this is a good reminder.
Warm hugs
Elga
I am sure to see you bouncing back as always, the blues do come and go...KeePeace, Ed & Rufuz
A big faith brings about many miracles in our life....the secret is to trust and believe implicitly in God...and stay in constant prayer and dialogue with him...
Lover
Peter
this is beautifully penned, rich in imagery and you leave no doubt as to how you feel--the reader senses the lethargy--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
William