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Art Critique: Mother Earth

January 28, 2019

 

 

She wished to be the moon

 

A glow in the glass

her sign that the earth

will tip on its axis nightly

 

desperate to revere the people

who grew from nothing

on its surface

 

How powerful

How hopeful

 

Consciousness lives by

the shore

 

where her tears are dry

and her palms are stained with

 

sun water

Branches dipped in honey

whisper intricacies of

the softest kind

 

She never felt so free

 

There is peace in becoming

a force of nature

so bold your name is

 

a promise on the lips of

those who hurt you

 

Do not fear

didn’t you know Mother Earth

is a goddess of the highest order

 

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