Rotten Fishes
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I didn’t believe
Past rotting fishes
Fill the heavens
We’re all missing.
I didn’t believe
Anything, anymore.
I have to wonder
About fairies, wise-men,
Grimm tales and The Heaven
We’re all seeking.
I don’t believe
Present rotten fishes
Fill all heavens
We are kissing.
I don’t believe
Any one any more.
I have to wonder
About bibles, goblins,
Angle tales and The Hell
We’re all fleeing.
I can’t believe
Future rotted fishes
Fit in to heavens
We’re all wishing
For, I don’t believe,
Anymore, Anything.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/11/07
Companion piece:
Didn’t Know
I didn’t know how
To shield myself
From all fractured phantasms
Of living life’s religion, but,
I’m learning how, now…
© Copyright 10/11/07
Be safe,
Karen
Deeply thought provoking verse here: it's mankind mucking everything up, all these different religions, no wonder there are wars and rumors of wars, they can't agree on ANYTHING! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.