Just saw

 

I saw what you did

with the trees

Along the road & into the valleys

weaving to the lush forest

I saw what you did 

with the birds, hawks & butterflies

There were other creatures too

whose silence is now deafening when

You cut down that mother tree

with your giant saw, with disdain & lack

of empathy.  Thereafter

we all saw the giant warehouses covering

the landscape as sawdust,

the soft pink sky forever hidden from our eyes-

So don't complain now why

your fruits taste like plastic

And the air is a violent red, itching your lungs

And the land is ash, sinking with every fervered breath 

Just Saw from 

Erick Johansson

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight, hosted by Linda.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

seeds for a successful harvest

 imagine: 

a fruit from seed 

sun-warm & greening from fresh rain 

you nurture it everyday

with fervor of busy bees

each nod & nudge

celebration of small steps -

one small leaf

one flower blossoming

each tendril binding 

to core of it all:

mother earth

Growing cucumber, herbs & other vegetables on my balcony

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Let's Celebrate, hosted by Merril D. Smith.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, Celebrate.   Happy 11th anniversary dVerse!!!!!  On a personal note, my attitude towards celebration is the same with gardening - small steps towards a goal is worthy of a celebration.

Thank you for the support, visits and comments.   

an army rises

stir my senses

afire, I'm your presence

reinvigorated

unsettle my tongue

for taste of spring tide-

above raspberry brambles

  

with curled tendrils, I lift

my palms up

to stairways and turrets 

of your sky, 

where you

brightest of light & giver

of seeds,  

calls

Spring@Grace

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the given word:   UP.   I also love that movie, UP.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.  

this land of mine

you leave your bricks

abandoned, things rusted under sun


i'll rise and trample them 

with wildgrass and earthworms


i'll cover their metallic teeth, 

and venyl skin, until nothing is seen


but my green arms and seeds, housing 

birds and creatures, who'll call this - 


home

Credit:  here

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Hosted by Kim Russell - 44 word post, with the chosen word, Earth.

needles of wisdom

you carry your burdens with a slight stoop of your frame.   looking at you, no one would suspect, your body aches from the onslaught of many storms.  your face, well-worn book, scratched page by page, shines with love.  time has made a map on your skin, scribbled with grooves, scars and webbed lines.   you mend our broken bones with sap, our shattered hearts with green. your wrinkled hands are salve to our misdeeds and disastrous accidents.   with textured depths and firm roots, you show us your wisdom as we rise, flying with the gulls.   we carry your words wherever we go.

 

wild lilac blooms along

unpaved path, stony with dust-

lighthouse flickers- steady

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday ~ A tribute to the beauty and wisdom of mothers and grandmothers ~ Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Mother earth

lemony summer     
planting rice stalks in rich soil, 
butterflies abound


~0~0


seeds in my small hands  
grow to tall and mighty trees,   
giants walking earth 


~0~0


black smoke and grey fumes
above the white cityline,
drooping sunflowers 

Written for Few Miles Haiku Challenge 2012 for the month of February:   Day 2- Mother 

picture credit:   here

In the eyes of the child

We often forget that the child views the surroundings differently from ours.

We were walking along the trail of the creek one summer, when my 11 year old daughter got the camera and started taking pictures.   To me, the surrounding meadows look wild, unkempt, and hardly worth a second glance.

From her pictures, my daughter saw something else.   She was crouching close to the ground, delighted to see flowers growing amongst the unspoiled plane.   She particularly noticed this white delicate flower growing serenely amidst the wilderness.

Through her eyes, I saw the beauty, simplicity and serenity of Mother Earth.

There are certainly a few things we can learn from our young children.