I have to admit that I often pick art to be featured and then try to find writing that fits into some theme with the art. Today I went into the writing first and was a little spooked by all the poetry with the same theme. I am guessing it was the earthquake in Japan that roused peoples emotions. There were many poems on the theme of the earth and our treatment of her. Also Spring is beginning in the Northern hemisphere and it is almost as if you can feel the Earth awakening from her winter sleep. So these are the themes for the features today. The art all shows Earth energies through color and theme and lots of birds because they are returning now. The writing all seems to speak for the Earth herself. Enjoy!
Great Egret by Rosalin
Mother Earth is…
Paint by number
heaven and Earth
swimming in colour
Drowning in tears
consumed and raped
destruction for years
Beauty with grace
land and water
our sacred place
Full of rage
neglected and abused
confined by cage
The human race
past, present, future
time and space
Choking on pollution
blind and helpless
without a solution
Every living creature
great and small
our bountiful teacher
Looking for blame
man and war
a crying shame
Blossoming Tree of Life by Elspeth McLean
There is an earth attached to my feet by Kristin Reynolds
Even when
I lift them up,
there are still invisible roots—
like gum on a shoe
on a day when the sun
is most high
like diamond
elastic violin strings playing
the sweetest song.
Ask the earth,
she will tell you the same:
how we are all long hearts
through the soles of her feet,
eternally bound
and in love,
A love
more precious than fruit
on a planet
full of starving men
who have never
even felt
the sun.
We are dancing,
each day we are
dancing!
at opposite ends
of the same
diorama,
in the space
between a butterfly’s wings
flying in the face
of heaven.
sing
little thing
your supper’s
on it’s way
from the mouth
of your mother
grubs and snails
to feed your song
and your growing wings
From the (insert color here) sky by Lenny La Rue
I have roamed this shaking Earth
but for a little while,
walked upon her skin
like scattered dust
and saw the scars
of what we’ve done
and tried to console
Her anguished pain,
but my touch alone
had small reach,
and those I encountered
who felt the same
was not enough
to embrace Her girth.
So in my helplessness
I withdrew
to a cave of my making
and found little comfort
in solitude
and lost my way.
So,
I awake now
with pleading words,
reach out
to those who care
and feel the same,
let’s take each other’s timid hands
and link
in one purpose,
to cradle this living world
in love’s ultimate light
for the One who has given
more than She can bear.
The Three Graces by Cynthia Lund Torrell
The Flaming Hosts of Gaia by Blake Steele
We are all part of a wild, flaming company
holding the Earth
like a pearl in our translucent hands,
in our radiantly loving hearts.
We are dreamers within the Dream
of the Wide Awake One,
the Wide Open One,
in whose eyes of beauty
we roam through unseen beauty
created by the Beauty
in the act of seeing Beauty.
These truths are alive
just beyond time and space
— right now, right here —
in the tiny spaces
between bird feathers
between atoms,
between quarks,
down in the high
open empty space
of Pure Singing Light
flooding everything.
Black eyed angel by Scott Black
3-11-10 @11:23am
the angel blue
for whom does she weep
for souls lost to
eternal sleep
or for the homeless
without a bed
or the poor mother’s
children that go unfed
do her tears wash the blood
caused by mans lust and greed
from the hands
of the monsters
that created this need
or will they cleanse humanity
of all of it’s ills
like crack, and dope,
and meth and pills
perhaps she cries
because the damage is done
and the battle is over
and evil has won
Touched by Fire 