Man With No Name
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, May 4, 2005
Weasels squeal,
and mites bite deep,
sparrows cry
when hawk's replete.
Fawn begone
and dawn turned gray,
Lady turns
from painful play.
Eagle weeps
as words bite deep,
Lady falls,
no more recalled.
Deserts wing
as spirit grays,
sparrows cry,
the Lady, weighed.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/4/05
LIKE it LOTS!!!
Z.B.M.
Well done, Erin.
Elizabeth
"The Lady, weighed." indeed!
B
Love Tinka
A melancholic feel to this one--excellently metered and rhymed! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(