Monday, July 8, 2019
Gaia's Dream
Gaia dreams
the walls of patriarchy are crumbling.
Under midnight stars,
at the 11th hour on Planet Earth,
we contemplate
what new thing may emerge
from the ruins.
Wise goddesses are waiting
in the wings,
ready to forge a path
through the bracken
based on the Old Ways:
ways of life, not death.
The Black Snake will dry up
and fade away.
Green life and all animals
will flourish.
Mother Earth will breathe
clean air
once again.
We need those wise goddesses. Sharing this with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.
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So mote it be! *crosses fingers*
ReplyDeleteHmmmm....let us hope so !
ReplyDeleteMother Earth will find a way, Sherry. She knows what a mess men have made – it’s time the walls of patriarchy crumbled and I can’t wait to see what emerges from the ruins. I’m just frightened of what will happen in the meantime.
ReplyDeleteI think Mother Earth will cope... but I'm less hopeful for humans.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bjorn. The earth will be here long after we have destroyed ourselves. So well done Sherry!
ReplyDeleteAgain I must reiterate, I could care less about the survival of the humans. The creatures of this earth deserve a clean and green and free world. Let us all disappear as soon as possible.
ReplyDeleteAs a realist, I doubt the walls of the patriarchy will crumble in my time.
ReplyDeleteI only hope that they crumble someday.
The poem I wrote today speaks to the way vulnerable women in our society are preyed upon by men desiring only to feed their most base appetites.
... I think the image above is beautiful. I don't wish humans ill will - I think there are many amazing people and I still have hope for this world... even if it takes a miracle (which it probably will)
ReplyDeleteNot so sure we're going to save ourselves.. the planet may however be well rid of us and thrive.
ReplyDeleteThe wise women may not be human—for a hundred millennia they may be bacteria--but their loving forethought and embracing care will outlive the destroyers. How else to connect these fading dots with whatever lives next but through their song?
ReplyDeleteWe are not living the dream, we are living the nightmare. However, when I read your poetry and the positivity it reinforces, I am buoyed.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read your words, I feel hope. I don't know if we can save ourselves,but we must try.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem. I'm on your wavelength. I aim to focus on light
ReplyDeleteand love returning to the world.