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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