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MOTHER

Posted on by The Bardo Group Beguines

WHAT OF MOTHER?

by

Jamie Dedes

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Still living at the edge of forever

in hazy seas of hoary clouds and

from this place we crawled, oh

eons ago, out of her briny womb

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to sit and sun, warming on rocks

and moving our lives to shores

roaring with sound and surf

casting its wealth of sea shells

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and seaweed. Onward, inward to

further depths of earth, granite,

lava-flows and flower-decked

valleys, dancing once with bird

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and bear, sharing an arborous

roof, green, gold, and welcome.

So grateful too and good at our

husbandry. All thrived. Often now

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crass, careless … soulless,

offending blues-black burdens

of abuse. Maybe too thankless,

some children, de-spirited and

possibly doomed to roiling sea.

What then of this treasure:

Mother Earth.

Photo credit – Peter Griffin, Public Domain Pictures.net.

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22 thoughts on “MOTHER”

  2. I love that part about “briny womb” and then “to sit and sun, warming on rocks”. Wow! “offending blues-black burden”. This should be sung, believed and heeded, turning our lives around. Beautiful, Jamie.

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  8. Your poems always tell something that has deeply affected you. Among the treasured memories of sea and sky is ABUSE. I dare not ask. Confront it and heal it with forgiveness for your own sake. Blessings.

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