Irritated
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Brought on by the Amber Alert...and because the dictionary was open on the "I"'s...
Irrational,
impulsively impuissant,
improbity imbibes ids,
impurity imputes idiocy,
and, irreparably,
they die.
Inarguably,
I incipiently intone incantations,
increasing my imps incorruptiblity
to be intubated
with individuality...ah, irony,
indelicate indite of life.
I indulge in ineducable idioms,
when I inexactly, and ineptly,
infantile "I"-self.
Erin Moen
11/5/02
Thursday, December 5, 2002
Irrational is right, what a mood...
Love this! And I agree with what Micha wrote! You are Amazing! Keep it up, and keep ranting, it clears the mind and the soul!
Hugs,
Maria
oh how i relate...and all these, um..."i's"
you know, though, deep as your soul digs and that 'intuition' i see...um, you have an amazing wit and insight and yup, do i detect a bit of 'irony'...but you wrote this so well, clever, yes, but...honest, so again, insightful...(you, w/my work, as well, and here... (((((You))))) Are...reminding me of, well..myself, but oh...i love your way, your ..'style' and creativity...and I WISH YOU THE VERY BEST!
mi