Swearing To The Green
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, March 17, 2005
I am Green.
The color of Life,
Of expansion, of sustenance.
Women are green,
As are the oceans elements
Of breathing for the world.
I swear to the Green,
I will use the tool of my Irish nature
To nurture the growth of green
In animal, vegetable and celestial.
I swear to a Dream,
When I can finally see,
I will nurture my Cosmic nature,
And wear my color of divine design.
I am Green.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/17/05
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Green is a speckle. The sunlight’s freckle. Green is fire. An Emerald’s desire. Green is mist. A forest's kiss. Green is true. Green is you.
Yes, you are, Stardancer.
Very nice write.
Andy
Happy St. Patrick's Day and all the best to you!
Slainte,
Mahdi
LOL at Ed M's review: "green with envy"
ME TOO
Dang. Not a drop of Irish in me
Powerful, unabashed pride in your words--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
EDL
Love Tinka
and green flourishes so beautifully just as this poem did.I love green too,happy St Patrick's day,ours was yesterday,its morning the 18th here now,your poem is refreshing and has lifted my spirit,thanks for sharing it.
Best wishes
from Kay.
I like the essence of the contents of this composition.
"Swearing To The Green" is "A PASSION OF SWORN LIVING"
that strikes the esoteric to show its face on the mirror
of NOW.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU