Fear
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, December 1, 2004
‘Crack’ went my hand
against her cheek.
Tears came to her eyes.
There was a stinging
in my flesh, in her flesh.
There was a look of fear
in her face,
in my face.
We locked eyes,
we locked minds,
and in the end,
the mirror won.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/1/04
sword at times and our own reflection
is the last thing we really want to
see. But when we see ourselves as
ourselves, we ascend.
D a n a
Succinct and powerfully crafted imagery - exceptional verse!!
Best wishes,
Robert
You take poetry to another dimension...
Love the drama ..
Peter
Marvin
Damn Mirror!!
Love Tinka
WOW, is right! such vision, such emotion conveyed in a few words--powerful, dynamic write. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. *tears* i felt the pain, too :(
to be let loose in this gem Erin!
you are one helluva dynamo!;-)