Princesses and peas,
And things that go ‘bump’
Into the night. Isn’t that
What it’s all about?
Perfume uneased
By bumps of things
Die in the night. Isn’t that
How its supposed to be?
Peas and circumstances
go try to hump the fright
in broad day’s light. Isn’t that
what it is all about?
Attar released
By fright’s humps of things
Fly in the night. Isn’t that
How its pre-meant to be?
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/26/09
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I agree: this is what poetry is supposed to be. Intriguing. Captivating. Thought provoking. Yes. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I think...yes. This is how it is meant to be. Poetry, that is.
~B