~Abstract Thoughts~, and, *Unused Titles*
~At times
I can’t go on,
So
But-where
Happens.~
~Repeat
Is time.~
~Maybe, I’d be worth
Sleeping with
It someone dreamt
With me.~
~To Too,
I every you.
Too To,
I every you.~
~Did I forget to mention
The dead moth, and the anger
I felt at myself for leaving the pot
Of corn-on-cob water on the stove
Overnight under the light?~
*The Ladybug and The Snail*
*Renditions*
*The Normal Human Being*
*Excuse Me?*
*Jerked Prunes*
~I don’t understand
The Moon’s affect.
I understand
The Moon’s effect.~
~As I butterfly around
In my mind, I glimpse
The pinnacle of promise,
Paper shredded.~
~As if a ghost
Had touched my cheek,
I jerked away.
Who wouldn’t?~
~No limits within me,
Except self.~
~The sound of a voice
Can echo through life.
Which one wins?~
*Dinosaur’s Embrace*
*Don’t ‘Read’ Me!*
*Life and Head*
*That Isn’t Real*
*I Miss You, Doc*
~Why can’t scent be duplicated
By medium?~
~L
O
V
E
W
O
R
K
P
L
A
Y
L
O
O
K~
~My mother was an artist,
Is an artist,
Within me.~
~I believe words have become
Constrictive. I believe political
Correctness exemplifies
This problem of labeling
As intolerance.~
~Why is this angel’s kiss
Still waiting to be lipped?~
*Another Other Mother?*
*A Molecular Impossibility*
*Strike!*
*You Are Not A God!*
*The Biggest-Calmest - Moo*
~Crows don’t cry in the dark,
Nighthawks do.~
~Pure poetry
Doesn’t exist.~
~Ha! Hearts!
A Suit of Love!~
~Dry-drinking. Mind, beer and
Reality pursuing naught.~
~Tarantulas crossed the road
As the journey began.~
*My Baby Sister is Dead*
*Bum’s Rush*
*Grandpa Rosemary Plant*
*Same Backyard, but Older*
*Passion, as a Problem*
~Soon, tomorrow,
Time will pass.~
~There is not another
Dancer, you see?~
~Past is never,
Perfected.~
~This is the house
That smoke comes from.~
~Do you think I think the worst of everything
Because the worst is yet to come?~
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright © 9/18/08
I love these random thoughts, recorded: now that you've set them down, perhaps a poem will come to completion? Favorites:
"As I butterfly around
In my mind, I glimpse
The pinnacle of promise.
Paper shredded -" <---- perfectionist, perhaps? Like me?
"Maybe I'd be worth
Sleeping with
If someone dreamt
With me -" <---- this one sad and lonely
"No limits within me,
Except self." <---- we're our own worst enemy!!
"Pure poetry
Doesn't exist." <---- thank God Almighty, free at last to write as I see fit
You've a sharp and clever pen, my friend: never let it rest. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.