RazorTop Mountain
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
In shallow fields of words gone by, in slow
Callous streams of worlded highs, razor’s ridge
Bestrides its pride, falling down on me. Blow
Hard, false wind, erased by mountaintop bridge.
Sundry now and then proclaims its heat, stops
Planet’s heartbeat, listens without sun burned
Pleas, while holding out arms of innocence, lops
Off itself… It seems so sad, but, there’s worse.
Under callous fields of worlds gone by, in
Shallow streams of worded highs, razor’s ridge
Condones its own, falling down on me, wins
Not the height of wind, stranded on a ledge.
And, so, RazorTop Mountain tries to hide
In fogs of snow once thought to be its Life.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/24/06
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I wiah I could rhyme like that. -gene.
It is indeed a great privilege to visit a Den and read a composition of this magnitude... I must confess that I am truly impressed. Your poetical creations make a difference in the poetic literati. Your neat-clear style gives me the thought that “a country that has a Poet of Your caliber can let its literary flag fly proudly”, for Your works stand as reference duly etched on the golden pages of the history of Poetry.
I salute You, Poet.
Long healthy creative life through a blissful living.
In reverent admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU