Poems from ElerieMoore
The child is gone, fled to a place with lighter breezes to sport billowing dresses. Reality grazes. Thoughts flower into bursts. The...
Life has the rhythm to sway to:
The scattered clanging of a
Tambourine and the fluttery trills
Of the piano. It falls on one
Suddenly: the...
I feel grateful to run my hands over the dirt and listen to the crickets. I would not live in any other world than our own, because I feel...
This is how we paint.
Appearance, in the end is everything.
We give a product of hard work
One glance at most.
If it happens to be...
See
Sometimes my mind gets stopped up
And everything I take in gets swallowed up
Sucked in and
Thinned out. Bunched up like fabric.
I...