Piquant Melancholy
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Monday, September 19, 2005
Freeze-frame lingerings
Of falling cottonwood leaf
Thlunking to the ground,
After feasting on dying-sun
Flavored twigs with
Brittle tchwongs and a tchump,
Surrendering a fragile body
Of past-living form, from
airy heights to solid ground,
bothers me - even
As it lulls my mind.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/19/05
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A poetic task duly accomplished. "Piquant Melancholy" has paid its
dues to Poetry.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU