Passing Out of Profound, and Into Humanity
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Passing through profound,
she passed herself around.
They asked her to stay and play,
she said, “I’ve no time today,
I must gather moss
and brush it off
to observe its growing ways.”
Passing out of bounds,
she spread herself around.
They said her cries made her wise,
she said, “I’ve thought sometimes
how souls can fly,
but, tiny surely am I,
for, someday I’ll be demised.”
Passing to what is found,
she skewed her words around.
They said she knew, she had a clue,
she said, “I begin to accrue
the sound of flight,
humanities sight,
my views are aspirations, taking hue.”
Passing without renown,
she laughs as she goes around.
They said, ‘how trite, her feelings on life,’
she said, “I hold the knife,
if I’m cut too soon,
I’ll soar to the moon
and end my mindly strife.”
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/27/03
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What "they said" in reply (though might be exactly true ,honest, and sincerely given is never adequate to such an (completely disoriented) interrogator. One hears moral truth, theme, sees actions behavior and activities: one criticises, interrogates without hearing thinking of something(someone) else and a presently unrelated interpersonal conflict.
Does all this even begin with the current lives and struggles? The world is indeed a very mysterious place and I do not know the answer. I was thinking toay about lamarkinan inheritance(if a finger is cut off -the children will have none or shorter fingers-was refuted by Mendel(father of modern genetics) and Darwin(theory of evolution).
That I think a great distant ancestor of my own simply had his head smashed so that it became shaped funny, and today I am a room("ruum" as prounced professor crustoe in Pink Panther movies, wise)... a room expert..my head a littler smaller than many (especially holly wood actors)-people dont remember me-I am pursuerd by a cult trying to take my space in many ways(a school fraud using my name, my current apartment and causing poverty/homelessness in past, to thoughts of"corking my head and replacing it inside with a school fraud's brain"for some evil professor somewhere. My life apparently has sometrhing to do with or some connection with whole earth-words spoken of living in a sardine can" A tremendous pressure on the earth and esoterically know creatures trapped in small spaces.....words that i am from (Jewish Levi's) the oldest tribe of man.. all sorts of things having to do with room and space(Ive written beyond einstein from "moss study"),people preoccupied with using me as a point of reference-that I am convinced has unconsciously to do with brain room/head size and some internal conflicts lived out on myself every aspect probably leadin to events before i was born if not to the dawn of mankind. I am not a physicist/biochemist, but a room expert.
Marvin
~Chrissie
is staying etched on the brain of my soul.
This poem an ambrosia to feed the soul.
From the first line on and around, entwined all the way to its end in an endless imagery of thoughts of life.
I have enjoyed a wonderful and meaningful WRITING.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
adults. Great job. :0)
Love your Poetry!!
Love Tinka
"she said, “I hold the knife,
if I’m cut too soon,
I’ll soar to the moon
and end my mindly strife.”
"Passing out of bounds,
she spread herself around.
They said her cries made her wise,
she said, “I’ve thought sometimes
how souls can fly,
but, tiny surely am I
for someday I’ll be demised.”
~Jackie~
Candida