Wood nymph, sylvan, she slips
through the trees,
fog rising around her ankles
from the forest floor.
Behind a fat cedar, she peeks
at those gathered in Circle.
Draped in antelope hide,
white feathers in his long dark hair,
Wise Shaman speaks with
Bear and Wolf and Deer,
truth warriors,
consulting together
about the sadness
of the trees.
One from October 2013, my friends. Corporate rule is killing the planet and it is much on my mind these days. There are solutions, but we the people need to force the political will to make the changes.
Sharing this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, my friends, where there is always good reading on Sunday morning.
Sharing this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, my friends, where there is always good reading on Sunday morning.
Artfully aired meeting of realms
ReplyDeleteAll prompted by the desire to exploit motivated by greed that eventually every one will suffer!
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There is a middle ground where both Nature and man can prosper without harming the other.
ReplyDeleteMore than corporate rule or political plunder Sherry, its the cumulative apathy that's killing us. Mostly, we would like to sidestep, as if it does not concern us, blithely thinking its not us whose lives, and our children's lives, that are in real danger.
ReplyDeleteParticulate pollution has reached its worst ever in Delhi. May the Lord have mercy on us!
sigh ~
ReplyDeleteAh, the trees have so much to be sad about these days!
ReplyDeleteThe image is so strong it brought tears to my eyes. Let's suppose these consultations also surround the sadness of water, air and humanity.
ReplyDeleteA sweet and gentle poem – and no less a forceful protest for that!
ReplyDeletepouring of a beautiful and grieving heart ...
ReplyDeleteWe are slow learners. Fear we will fail the exam.
ReplyDeleteThis is so wonderful and profound. Having been blessed and gifted with lovely legends and scattered pieces of First Nation heritage and ways throughout my life (very much so in Northern Ontario) I was really moved by the profundity and beauty of both the artwork and the poem.
ReplyDeleteThe wisdom of the ancients is ever so profound :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, we as people are slow to learn the that true wisdom and beauty lies in preserving mother nature. Beautifully put.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Sadly so many people see the world as a commodity to be dug up, cut down, drained or destroyed without any regard for the long term health of planet and its inhabitants (Including ourselves).
ReplyDeleteThe wisdom of ancients indeed - and beautifully wrote by your good self.
ReplyDeleteThe image is perfect and hopefully one day the corporate world will take notice, realise we can't eat money. I sense they will realise too late.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
I hope that somewhere trees are laughing, that Aslan might come and make an end for Telmarines
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of the trees. Wow.. that rings true, greed is rapidly destroying our home.
I love the image of her dancing amongst friends on the forest floor
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteBeyond the beautiful message here, I always appreciate the style and structure of your poems, Sherry. Always so carefully crafted.
ReplyDeleteDelightful read!
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A beautiful poem. An environmental care nudge
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my Sunday Standard today
Much love...
I worry about 7 generations from now, will they still have a planet?
ReplyDeleteprofound poem with an urgent message. but is it too late to turn back already? :(
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy the subject matter you write about. This is no exception, excellent read, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteSo much truth Sherry. The sadness of what is and may happen. May the young generation pick up the cause to save this beautiful planet...bkm
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