Elepathy
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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I just brushed by,
Teensily, a engnimatic
Redundancy. Empathy ..like..
I can’t stand hell,
Tween silly-ing, songs gone
Wrong, abundantly, as an
Iota/Idea; that’s good, huh?
Teenied amongst repetition.
Oh great, stupid elepathy!
Constantly, when I’m out in my yard,
Cheekily, tiny bugs flit to my arms;
I poof them off
With a breath, puffed;
As I blow you away –
I’m tired of being
A something..
As a nothing..
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/23/12
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
5/27/2012 |
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Erin, Beautifully written with you in 'mind.'
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
5/25/2012 |
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Visionary your riddle...so
metaphysical of You *Erin*
Lady Vivian
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/25/2012 |
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| Always unique, always origianal. I could so feel the methaphor of poofing off the b |
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
5/24/2012 |
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Dynamic poetry and I applaud your creativity and spunk!
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
5/24/2012 |
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the presence of the poet here
is striking - i feel the immediacy;
"...that's good, huh?" almost throwaway
with wonderful impact; i'm on board with this, Erin
john |
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