We mesh a mash
Onto a Quill,
Spew its spawns,
And wish it well,
These births of poems.
“I’m shot, an arrow,
An arrow shot!”
Spent and spewed
These births of poems,
with scary thoughts!
In and out, out
And in, Internet
Spawns its spew!
And wishes with hells,
This birth of words…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/16/09
Great poem Erin! Well expressed.
~Zach
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Be always safe,
Karen