Friday, April 18, 2014

Earthlings II



Upon your lap, my Mother Earth, 
I listen to the river's song,
of renewal and rebirth,
that calls me home where I belong.

Like a tree, my roots go down,
deeply where there is no sound,
only earthworms burrowing,
through hallowed ground.
.
Like a tree, when harsh winds blow,
 that assault me, then grow still,
the  fickle weather helps me grow,
changing me, as weather will.

Like a tree, my center lies
  where human folly is forsaken.
Your heartbeat says:
Endure. Just wait,
These earthlings one day
will awaken.
.

35 comments:

  1. it's good when our roots reach deep... i like earthworms as well...sometimes i talk to them...smiles

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  2. smiles...put those roots down deep...they give us the foundation we need to live truly....even the weather helps us to grow....even our storms...

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  3. Very beautiful.

    I hope the earthlings do awaken...soon.

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  4. I certainly hope they will awaken--but soon! A very sincere engaging poem. Thanks, Sherry. k.

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  5. What a beautiful write. You really tap into the sacredness of our earth.

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  6. The river and tree make such wonderful imagery and connect us to earth. I am fortunate to live near a river...I'm sure when I return home, it will be suffering from drought that has hit the Sierra Nevada. Nice use of form in this, too.

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  7. One day I hope we will ~ Such a lovely and meaningful message Sherry ~ Happy Easter to you ~

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  8. Your connection to nature is so profound...I feel like I have just recited a psalm when I read this...beautiful.

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  9. I am scared for our sacred Earth-a wonderful tribute Sherry, on such a special day~
    Beautiful

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  10. Very nicely done Sherry. I really like the rhyme in this. Your care for and connection to nature are so evident.

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  11. Your love reaches out and touches all of us, Sherry,

    Elizabeth

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  12. beautiful poem Sherry, the picture looks like a place I could sit for hours listening to the river's songs.

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  13. as i type this birdsongs fill my ears...i'm reminded they are mother earth's voice too....so is your voice Sherry...

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  14. Awesome, Sherry. Gave me goosebumps.
    Luv, K

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  15. this is wonderful. I have always felt a kinship with trees and could so relate to this poem. I love that second stanza.

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  16. Thanks for mediating a way to the profound nourishment of the world. Needed it.

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  17. Wow, this could be a song! It reminds me of "Like a Stone"-yours is better! You penned magic in this verse-Bravo!

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  18. i share your worldview and love getting lost in your words.

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  19. The imagery and majesty you create, Sherry. It's magnificent.

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  20. Ooh, lovely! Hardship, resistance.. renewal.. hope and new life. love it!

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  21. wonderful rhythm and rhyme, there's a lovely beat to this poem. enjoyed reading it.
    and it has a great message too. :)

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  22. Yes, we can only hope that everyone awakens. Very lovely work.
    Steve K.

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  23. reawakening is a blessing -great hopeful expressions with the flow of inspiration and positivity

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  24. I admire your faith. I suspect the earthlings have buried their heads down with the earthworms.

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  25. I loved the way you've compared yourself to a deeply rooted tree. I think those who are in touch with the root of their being can weather any storm the world will whip up around them.

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  26. The earthlings will awaken when things get so bad it will be too late. They just cannot be prised away from their imaginary treasures they are storing up here on earth.

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  27. Beautiful sentiments, Sherry. I like the idea of humans having deep roots that hold us fast and strong.

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  28. I like the resilient message in your words, Sherry! And the idea of renewal and rebirth so often associated with Easter.

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  29. "fickle weather helps me grow" - loved this. and one can become sore with waiting for that one day :)

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  30. Each line in itself is so beautiful Sherry.. I really enjoyed reading this a lot. :)

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  31. You never fail to touch that unconscious link between man and nature. I like the anaphora of "Like a tree..." The words really resonate.

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  32. I love trees..they endure so many things ..still they make themselves rooted deeply and firmly..they are a gift to us.

    Nice one ..as I already said earlier..I always find peace and love in your poetry.. :-)

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  33. Sherry, sorry I have not been over sooner. Between Nina and Holy Week, it's been a seesaw. Thank you for your thoughts.

    This poem, you as a tree, I SO get that. You have the heart of a tree, the resilience, and most of all, the strong connection to the earth. Your comment about earthlings as though they are "the other" speaks volumes about that connection. I so love your work. Amy

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I so appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Thank you so much. I will be over to see you soon!