Between the cracks of autumn fall the day,
so cool in yellow tones, bemoaned by all
the future passed away. Too cool, I say,
ongoing preaching says goodbye, et al.

But, thence beyond an aft so warm, flowers
nod and sway, no sense at all to nature's play.
Where middle lats command the way, towers
thrust, then rust, outlining hates today.

Again a season bites and mewls! But now
no smile erupts. It seems time passed on by,
no wonder caveats are dead. But, now,
no one's left to feature fools regrets. I

seem to have a notions sight, thrown-up, who
cares to love a soul gone by.. Why? As if/is..

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 11/26/11


Flipside Ride

faster farther
larder hardened further
wonders tumble fister
wrister wander, for
to ponder, relived
and frizzle-did

sooner further
faster-lasting farther
wonders stumble after
sister wonders from
above unlived
and razzle-dazzled

quicker hazard
blazing after harder
now slumbers sunder
twisted wonder for
beyond, whatever
terror neutralized

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 11/26/11