Storm-Palms
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, September 4, 2004
Her palms are restless.
There seems to be a formless
formula trapped inside of her;
a storm is ravaging
the lands of her life.
It needs releasing
before she comes undone.
Her pulse is racing.
It is love’s code to a formless
formulate unavailable to her;
this storm is promising
new lands to her life.
It needs believing
before she can self unwind.
Her palms are beating,
an endless pattern to a formless
formication, itching her skin off of her;
the Storm is coming,
opening lands to all life.
Minds need revising,
palms open to the storm.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/4/04
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feeling this...
love&light,
**Mari**
a dark, emotional write--full of intensity that rivals the storm--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
there is a feeling of presentment that haunts in dark moods
place & circumstance in it saludos
an endless pattern to a formless
formication, itching her skin off of her;
Erin....you are a true poet...I salute you for penning this priceless work of an art....love n luck....BHUWAN
Thought provoking, understanding there is a need for change, and accepting the challenge, will perhaps give her the code to self realization. Grea Write.
Warm hugs
Elga
before she comes undone" - expression excellent, by all means release it!
Amy
Peter
Sandie May Angel