Mother Earth


She is vast, beautiful like a constellation.
She and I are made up of the same stars.

If you could search her eyes
you would see a whole universe swirling there.

Being a part of her is like riding on a spaceship,
watching as the moon shines like a disco light.

Don’t try to harm her. She’ll become destructive.
Her storms are wild and restless.
Inside she is a fragile chemistry set.

I wish to hug her to me, keep her safe,
but she’s too big to wrap my arms across.

Her seas are endless. She holds life in a pulsating fist.
Her secrets carry on the wind. Her breath is my breath.

 

©2013 Louise Hastings

A belated Earth Day poem 🙂

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Among the Tree Roots

Vincent Van Gogh ~ Study of a Tree

A few leaves
still fall
in the late
November sun
spilling
from the cirrus wings
of morning

like old ghosts
awakened,
summoned from the darkness
and firelight,
or from the moon
whose gentle beam

shines down on us
between the twilights
and silver dawn.

A lullaby of solitude
is carried in the cry
of curlew and kittiwake,
and reaches down
among the tree roots

where once I slept
and dreamt of this.

 

 

Copyright 2012 Louise Hastings

A #sixword play

A dance of words on twitter with the wonderful @novatwitman, who started us off with:

patience her virtue, each second waits

breathless as time, her hunger burns

a bright sparkle kindling the stars

white heat dancing with the moon

rhythm swaying close, ghosting her surface

a gentle rippling, ebb and flow

breeze breath gentle warmth on surface

powerful new moon awakes the night

drawn together, primal thoughts and actions

light playing on her ghostly lips

moonbeams lap her earthly skin

in rivers of silver, magic dance

pebbles giggle, hop, tumble with glee

bubbling sofly back to earthly realms

stealing kisses she smiles and chuckles

a clap of hands, boundless delight

silhouette tickles her moon lit nape

light tingling sensations strokes her desires

joys exude from little unexpected ideas

like rosebuds blooming after heavy rain

follow curvature towards her shadowy depths

sink into her divine, follow love

petals quiver at every raindrop felt

trembling at a touch so soft

warmth glows, revealing the full moon

sinking deeper into its hypnotic light

shudders from each earth bound drops

a gold sky explodes, penninsula reborn

craves patiently, the next full moon

to another time of midnight greeness

to reveal new unexplored earthly wiles

new directions of a forgotten path

all leads to the original glance

patiently watching, waiting to pounce

where time freezes momentarily and unexpected

where wild winds blow time apart

to replay dance with forgotten beats

heart pulse flow, times forever song

and all that matters is dance

pleasure in the beat, life’s journey

lyrics to be discovered, between two

vibrations to be found, minds entwine

pleasure as always, dear little poem

is he sleeping now? She wonders

Still awake though more rest beckons

enjoy the rest, sleep dear wolf

light and moon in timeless cuddles

 

~ finis ~

Sleepers

On salty waters where I cannot drown,
the times I sleep I float above the shores
in dreams of empty froth and meteors –
beneath the moon who wears her mottled gown,
and throws her web of light all over town.
In darkened streets my sleeping mind explores
shadows flitting by the silent doors,
past the sun who waits to take the crown
from the silver moon who steals the light
and scatters in the western wind that blows
in prickly wisps across my naked skin.
I surely will return another night.
A distant place along the river flows
while worlds of wonders in the sky begin.

by Louise

In thrall

The pull of the moon
moves me to write a poem
in thrall to the tides
I will sleep and dream of you
whispering truths to the sky

by Louise