Copper Mine Roses
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Monday, October 27, 2003
Cinder block roses
casting sunshine,
inviting angels to perch and weep,
concrete thorns
and water stained cores
exude the odor of solvent brined.
Benched black roses
casting shadows,
beckoning devils to thrust in deep,
breasted thorns
and stained water cores
exclude the perfume of innocent mind.
Copper backed roses
cast off daydreams,
dredging pits too hollow to seep,
metal thorns
and extracted cores
exhume the scent of shallowed rind.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/27/03
~Jackie~
cast off daydreams,
dredging pits too hollow to seep,
metal thorns
and extracted cores
exhume the scent of shallowed rind.
Erin....profound as ever....BHUWAN
~Chrissie
Often times I see poets (including me!) attempt this and it comes out as silly or nonsensical, but Erin you continue to shine!
p.s. thanks for your words at my den!!!!!!!
You know WHAT, Erin?
I actually misread that last verse first time round as:
exhume the odor of shallowed mind.
instead of:
exhume the odor of shallowed rind.
Just goes to show you how we poets imagine everything so wildly!
This is just ggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeat, as Tony the Tigger would say.
You are always an inspiration to me!
Cheers,
Richard Vallance
This poem will strike many industrious minds, and will prod the indifferent ones.
Happy Healthy Day, Everyone!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU