The Female Conjective
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Um, what a misnomer!
I think Man
Forsook his un-amored past
For a cockle-doodle-doo!
The sun felt warm, today.
On my berth. … Birth…
Worth. Ahem. Um,
What a misnomer,
Mankind.
Piece?! Oh, yeah,
Women have them all!
Every fucking peace, pretended or not,
Back-lashed by religion’s practices…
If the sun feels warm
On my skin, it’s birthed,
Again and again. Amen!
Um, what a misnomer,
Language…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/11/08
God bless you. Kathy
real or unreal, it makes one think, and feel your delimnia.
Jasmin Horst
Multilayered excellence...I enjoyed reading this one. Do I read between the lines and see that it's your birthday? If so, make it a good one. Go out and enjoy the sun on your back. :) If not...nevermind. Go out and enjoy the sun on your back, ANYWAY. LOL Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
randy