Mother
to a child – barely
able to tie shoes
watching,
listening,
ever-present
through fields,
trees, at
water’s edge
provided shelter,
grounding –
whispered cautions
child grew,
left her side –
pursued dreams
until life
overwhelming –
an adult returns
“Mother?” she cries.
“Here,” Earth responds.
(It’s quadrille night at dVerse, and Kim is hosting with the prompt earth.)
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our creativity whether it be prose, poetry or painting. What matters is the message.
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You remind me constantly not to take myself too seriously. Thanks!
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Earth and Motherhood both become concepts….
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Growing up, I believed that Mother Nature was a presence that protected me.
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I love the response to the question of mother?
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Thank you!
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I loved this. Mother is always there.
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She is!
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Love this. If only we all remembered that earth is our mother and not to be taken for granted.
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Sadly, we prioritize the wrong things.
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This is wonderful. Mother Earth, ever a presence.
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Thanks, Dorinda and thanks for tweeting
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My pleasure. Sometimes I don’t have the energy to comment, so tweeting is my way of saying “awesome!” 🙂
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Your quadrille is quietly true and beautiful, V.J. A mother speaking to a mother – always there.
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Yes, thanks Kim
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Oh this is so poignant ❤ the closing left me absolutely breathless!
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Glad you liked it. Have to admit it caught me too
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LOVE how this becomes mother earth!
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Thanks, Lilian. She was my constant companion as a child.
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Nicely done!
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Thank you.
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A mother is always ready to answer the child’s cry. I love the metaphors.
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Thank you, Vivian
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I see this as a return afterwards to earth…. yes we do.
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Exactly….she is where we find solace and healing.
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I like how you let Earth give the response at the end.
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Thanks, Frank, she is the Mother in question
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Loved the surprise ending. ❤
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Yeah…glad it worked.
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The ending was a surprise to me and I needed to read it again with new eyes. Lovely.
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Thanks, LuAnne.
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That ending made me gasp. Wonderful poem!
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Thank you!
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i so resonate with returning to Mother Earth, as frustrated and disillusioned adults
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Back to our roots…it’s a cycle really, isn’t it?
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maybe it’s a thing with age, as i get older my consciousness heightens or maybe because we let go of more burdens. but yes it is a cycle and hopefully one we keep constant to nurture not destroy
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I think we look back with gained wisdom. Healing is the hope.
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