She used to be
A good listener,
Until she broke down
Into towers of love.
She used to ‘hear’
The world turning,
And wrote so
To relatives meaning.
Her ‘listeners… ‘

(Maybe she’s been
Listened
To death.)

She used to be
A contender of words
Until she broke up
Into flowers of love.
She used to mirror
The world, fleeing, and wrote so,
With ‘relative meaning’,
As a wister!

(Maybe, she’s been
Listed as
A death.)

She used to be
Younger in spirit,
Until she broke apart,
Into fire-works of life,
The world, seething, writing so,
Relatively speaking,
Shuts her out.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/10/08