Champagne tastes bland
compared to the rich textures,
the bubbling laughter
and the exquisite bouquet
of a family enriched Life...

7/22/03

Rejuvenesce

The early sun bequeathed it's life
to the dew drenched meadow. Killdeer
proclaimed their regeneration,
mosquitos recharged themselves
with her morning-fresh blood
as the vacationed day shortened itself
with every sweetened breath she took.

7/22/03

Disperse

Memories...so sweetly experienced,
retain the vivid quality of being lived,
golf course trees, then small
are now...giants,
once proud cocktail-houred lumber family
have all...dispersed.

Memories...so passionately lived,
as children in a quasi-golden age,
course through her veins,
she is now...small,
too proud after cocktail-hour bride,
she has...dispersed.

Memories...so wonderfully unique,
create the soulful way we seek,
our course becomes one-sized,
we are...tiny,
"How proud can we make ourselves?"
We all...disperse.

7/23/03

Alone

It's like...
looking up to heaven to see
a type of god gazing down at me,
plucking the feelings of all I see
in never ending eternity.

It's like...
living the planet's color scheme,
a type of god looking up at me,
sucking the feelings of all I see,
an ever-ending eternity.

It's like...
becoming an atom that you can see,
a type of being that's meant to be,
tucking away the feeling me,
a strange unending entity.

It's like...
being alone.

7/23/03
Erin Moen
Copyright 2003