Meadow Haiku

Golden glow transformsgrassy meadow – Earth giggleswith fantastical delight. (For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: meadows. Photo my own.)

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Whose Earth Is This?

Whose Earth is this?ask the trees reachingto kiss mountainous sky. Who cares for her?ask the creatures all,grateful for her bounty. Machines rumbleforests fall – a standfor progress answers none. (Image my own.)

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Dreaming Archetypal

She rises from the river –a culmination of my prayers and tears, I suppose Eyes glow with a ungodly hungerIs she predator or night prowlerI wonder, frozen from fright Disinterested in ego, ignoringperfection, she multipliesher energy frenetic I try to harness her,tame the primal, raw forcefear I cannot house her But she is no one’s […]

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Nature of Age

Evening beckonssun’s fiery glowmocks my unrest I am knee deepin river’s flowno more than sediment beneathhuman craving – Earth’s healinga welcome touch.

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Reset, Please

We define our lives in acrostics while nature audits the damage We bemoan isolation while Mother exhales A sigh of hope – all praying for reset. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter, @Vjknutson.  Image my own.

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In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman Mother-centred grey-haired essence oozing strength – a vessel, rain focused decoding political lies. Leaders are locked targeting anxiety selective stances patriarchal bedmates ending unsafe Rioters blow up martyr consciousness metamorphosis in throngs chemicals insignificant when innocence ignored temples violated. What is next? A future gatekeeper spouting personal freedom recalling pleas, […]

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The Last Book

What will be written in the aftermath – so much owing, so little justification. Upended anxiety – regal anticipations shattered by cancer – yes, life is a teacher No matter, if we survive – but where to go then Earth’s riches exploited Commitments crumbled – confess we have Father issues but it’s time to emerge, […]

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I Am Earth

I am Earth Giver of life aligned with elements both protect and ravage all bear scars this is the process I am Mother womb and tomb be thankful. (Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from my Twitter account @Vjknutson.  Photo from personal collection.)

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Mother

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 […]

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Mountain

I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, feel my frailty – this path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the sheer immutable force of  rock – and yet, my lens tells a different tale – speaks of shadows shifting, witnesses mutations of colour describes a giant whose facade […]

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