What is she to you?

Yes those eyes have seen it all , deserted babies, raped women, executed men . Every word ever written on the brick wall. See her colours green and blue , her red lips will spill words of truth  in every hue.

What do you see within those eyes morning stars and midnight skies. See her skin the colour of scorched  earth,  burned by warfare and men’s lack of worth.

Are those bruises around her eyes or just blackened skin from tears she has cried. Is she reaching out to you she begs an answer and it must be true.

Who is she  this haunting host , she is Mother Earth , she supports us the most. Providing us with all we need we cut her open and leave her to bleed.

photo credit google


16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Linda Willows
    May 29, 2012 @ 22:14:12

    Oh, such a stunning and stark plea. I heard, my heart heard. Beautifully done, Willowdot


  2. Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet
    May 29, 2012 @ 23:01:39

    She is our mother earth, a queen we have all but destroyed! I am touch by your words feeling her sadness. Will she ever be happy again! Beautifully written poem but also so very sad!


    • willowdot21
      May 30, 2012 @ 10:36:35

      We can only live in hope that it is not too late and that we can save her, an then her pain and suffering can be at an end and she will flourish and bloom.Be blessed.


  3. Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet
    May 29, 2012 @ 23:02:49

    As i read your poem, i was reminded of my indian heritage and my great grandmother…They loved the earth and honored all that i gave to them. It is sad what we have done to it all for our own selfish needs. I can feel her sadness, and also her pain. It almost makes me wish it would end, so i do not have to feel her sadness any longer. Very beautiful write my sister! I thought i lost this comment, because i lost power…but i will still leave it with you…now you know why i feel the way i do towards the subject!


    • willowdot21
      May 30, 2012 @ 10:34:15

      Again I thank you and yes I realize that you do understand my message. I respect your heritage deeply your forefathers communed with and nurtured nature. They respected the earth as one who gives a gift. All of the older original people of this world know that to receive we must put back in. I truly believe this and with hope and help from our God whatever name we call him by we can save our Mother Planet. Thank you for sharing your feeling and heritage with me I appreciate it.


  4. eof737
    May 30, 2012 @ 02:35:17

    The imagery is beautiful, the words haunting and painful… Great effort Willow!


  5. seventhvoice
    May 30, 2012 @ 03:53:42

    Powerful poem. Thank you!


  6. Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet
    May 30, 2012 @ 04:57:12

    I have also nominaed you on my site tonight for the 7X7 Link Award! Congratulations to you…it is very well deserved my sister!


  7. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    May 30, 2012 @ 10:08:36

    That’s a brilliant drawing, because there is a lot in those eyes. There’s a really solid look in those eyes.

    Another sad reflection this post, Willowdot, but so well expressed. LONG LIVE MOTHER EARTH!


    • willowdot21
      May 30, 2012 @ 10:12:06

      We all just need to keep remembering that Mother Earth needs looking after. We are the caretakers , so far we have not done our job very well she is not an infinite commodity. ! Hugs.


  8. GJ Scobie
    May 30, 2012 @ 17:58:32

    This says so much in a few lines. Powerful piece.


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