The Living Earth

 

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The following poem was inspired by David Ellis from his poem Modern Ragnarök in his book Life Sex Death Poetry Collection by David Ellis of Too Full to Write

David lives in the UK. His book is available on Amazon.UK but I was unable to get a link for you here in the States.

 

the sun rises as the moon sets . . .
bringing new days and nights. . .
in reality, they don’t move. . .
it’s their child. . .
mother earth. . .
who spins on her axle. . .

breathing in the life. . .
of her father by day. . .
resting peacefully at night. . .
under her mother’s glowing light. . .

quietly the moon calls the sea. . .
she ebbs with the rolling waves. . .
crashing onto the shore. . .
onto the jetties and the rocks. . .

on the ocean floor. . .
secret lives grow and live. . .
moving with the tide. . .
along the food chain. . .

from the amoeba. . .
to the mighty blue whale. . .
sweet salt fills the air. . .
drifting through the clouds. . .
mingling with nature’s tears. . .

itty bitty seed sprout roots. . .
here comes a stem. . .
now tiny leave. . .
it turns into tree. . .
tall and proud. . .
bearing edible fruits. . .

birds flap their wings. . .
landing high on branches. . .
nesting, procreating. . .
chicks flutter and fly. . .

across the sky. . .
mountain tops up high. . .
through cloud vapors. . .
through raindrops. . .
landing on bushes. . .

flies, beetles, and ants. . .
a delightful bird lunch. . .
and for the cat who sees. . .
the fluttering wings. . .

kitty crouching on all four. . .
crawling slowly. . .
ready to pounce. . .
wings flap, feathers. . .
litter the grass. . .

from where they hide. . .
they come to see. . .
tip-toeing near. . .
all ready to steal. . .

a raccoon, squirrel, dog. . .
the cat hisses. . .
the raccoon stands. . .
the squirrel runs in a circle. . .
the dog barks. . .

from the house comes man. . .
a pot of steaming water in his hands. . .
a chicken leg between his teeth. . .
stepping confident and determine. . .

the raccoon and squirrel flee. . .
the dog obediently sits. . .
the cat crouches over the bird. . .
hissing as man approaches. . .

with the bird in his mouth. . .
the cat takes off. . .
man returns to his chair. . .
he watches the news. . .

hundreds dead fighting war. . .
souls dead in drive-by shootings. . .
gangs kill innocent children. . .
mothers taking abuse from fathers. . .
the children are found dead. . .
neighbors killing neighbors. . .
they don’t look like each other. . .

America, America he says. . .
will be great again. . .
when some folks knew their place. . .
the poor will be poorer. . .
the rich will be richer. . .
the ‘stoopid’ ones. . .
will cry and shake their heads. . .


the sun sets as the moon rises. . .
the earth spins on her axis. . .
the tides roll, waves crash. . .

life is the song. . .
nature silently sings. . .
while humanity screams. . .
and destroy without cause. . .

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
02/28/2016

12 thoughts on “The Living Earth

  1. And yet when I read the stories of those who volunteer or give without want of recognition…
    I think those people most of all are praised by angels…

    1. I know the will she is so powerful Some people hide and don’t want you to see the hurt. So they put on the face they save for the world. Our job is to let them be, have their space but offer our face, our smile and provide an open heart they can seek out if they choose to show their real face. We offer love and compassion to all we meet. Some will embrace and accept it others need more time. Always appreciate your visits .

  2. epic, yet smoothly flowing, unforced, gathering steam, encompassing the grand and minute, the good and the bad and the ugly, nature and man, politics and the tides. Bravo.

  3. Reblogged this on toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish) and commented:
    Hello everyone – I just thought I would share with you this exquisite poem that was written by the very talented Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria. She was inspired to write it after reading one of my poems and I really do love it when people are inspired to create art after reading my work. Enjoy it and don’t forget to subscribe to Kimberly’s blog!

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