Open Poetry #49 |
The Green Goddess |
wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
There are days, like today, I feel a deep and abiding connection with the green goddess, the mother earth. I want to wander in her sphere, to reach out, to feel and acknowledge her presence to let her being caress mine. I need to touch her guardians; the trees, whose interlocking roots hold firm her protective mantle. Whose branches that lace the firmament to net the breath of world in a sacred hush. Oh, I would be a tree and plant my bare feet firmly into the richness of this life giving soil, to lift the branches of my mind and capture the sky. I want to swim naked, to give my body to her blood, the life giving fluid of all that lives cold, clear water. . . Precious water in all it forms; the seas, the oceans, rivers, streams, ponds and creeks and the forgiveness of our mother's tears, rain. To stand in her benediction, accepting the grace given, that washes away all the pain of world. I need to climb down the grandest canyons of time and find the deepest cavern; to crawl back into the womb to listen to her heartbeat. And as my heartbeat echoes and finds the rhythm of her seasons, I will finally understand the empty spaces of nothing between the throbs of time. I desire also, to stand on the highest mountains peaks, to touch her bare bones that were deep inside eons ago-- to feel their stories flow up my fingertips to my soul. I want to journey back in these stories, all the way back to the beginnings of time unknown, and witness the world giving birth to herself. Out of the perfection of chaos there is life; out of the void of cold dark space, there is being. oh, to be the scream of the eagles wing that echoes throughout the clear sky the mote in a newborn fawn's eye that sees the world for the first time the drop of sea water spraying up from the leaping dolphin from the deep, and the wind that howls down the concrete streets to cleanse the dark cities of man I wish dance under the full and luminous moon with my sisters, to chant ancients songs, to sing hosannas, to reaffirm our womanhood with the first mother of us all the green goddess, the mother earth. Ink runs from the corners of my mouth |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is so refreshing and uplifting. I love your spirit and keen eye. Mother nature at her finest. Kudos wordancer, your pen name suits you well. |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
BluesSerenade, why thank you and thank you for reading my words. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"I want to journey back in these stories, all the way back to the beginnings of time unknown, and witness the world giving birth to herself. Out of the perfection of chaos there is life; out of the void of cold dark space, there is being." As I read your poem my heart kept saying "me too". |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
Martie, pack your bag, let's go |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
You take us all on a beautiful journey to where we all truly belong. Your passion is magnetic, but in your conclusion you omit men. |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
to reaffirm our womanhood with the first mother of us all Hey redstart, it's a woman thing Thanks for stopping by. |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Oh ok, wordancer, point taken. You go for it ladies.( Redstart walks away with his head down, like a little boy who can't have an ice cream)...winks. |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
LOL, it's all good and I promise to take the guys on the next word journey of this type. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Enchanting, wordancer. Ida |
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