Undesigned
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, September 25, 2004
I am a designer of my eternity,
and my now. Underground winds
blow through my proclivities,
tempt me with release of Time
and a chance for fruition,
what I can’t seem to find.
Or maybe I don’t want to.
I am the designer of my astrology,
and my stars. Astatic winds
throw blue skies onto ground,
attempt to decrease Time,
and chance destruction.
What I can’t seem to refine
is what I don’t want to.
“I Am.” said the Designer of my relativity,
and my worth. Kamikaze winds
grow aesthetic wings sublime,
exempt from surcease of Time,
and chance revision.
What I can’t seem to divine
is what I don’t want to.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/24/04
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The answers to the riddles of life can all be found in the Holy Book..
Peter
grow aesthetic wings sublime"
down right honest write...love your form, graceful and to the heart...
love&light,
**Mari**
and you are one amazing poet!!!!!!!! o, to write like this, the reader is compelled to read by the power in your pen--excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Take care!!
Love Tinak
...Michael
Marvin
You masterfully bend and mould words to create poetic gems. This is another brilliant one.
Chanti