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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