Interior Interloper
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Disquieting disarray develops
thin-skinned wrinkles
with words intentions
to so belittle…
Frustration finds footing
as tip-toeing drums rap
into heart’s mind and
soul becomes slack…
Chaos curbs creativity,
disheartened and dismayed,
despondency invades,
spirit seems to fade…
Erin Moen
4/23/03
Copyright 2003 ©
Bobbi
Always a pleasure......Dani
Well hell, I'm hip deep in wrinkles. Nicely done, Erin.
enjoyed reading
William
To create is my life...
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