a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

dVerse Passion

for

clawing my way
out
i can't forget
from whence i came
where i will return
and in between
those times
that made me laugh
and love
in celebration of
Mother Earth

19 comments:

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Oh this made me hold my breath!

Claudia said...

smiles.. that gives mother earth a whole new meaning and dimension

mishunderstood said...

Oh I love how you have expressed so much in a compact way. Beautiful!! :)

Vandana Sharma said...

Ah! the mother earth she is the one who nurtures us:)

Brian Miller said...

yes, it is a bit of something like that...the rebirth, out of the earth...is not easy....

Björn Rudberg said...

Rebirth.. yes I would love that sense of freedom...

Mary said...

Oh yes, we all do eventually return to earth, our 'mother' indeed.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Born of dust, die of dust.

Sandra said...

says it well and short and sweet.. perfect... my first thought was Where is Bonnie? she would love that puddle

Grace said...

I love the celebration of mother earth ~ Thanks for the lovely piece Gail ~

Linda Wildenstein said...

this is lovely

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Beginnings, endings, and the beautiful in-between...

HamishGunn said...

Mother earth, who provides.

Anthony Desmond said...

beautiful write... if that photo could speak, it would say your words; this poem fits it perfectly :)

georgeplaceblog said...

and in between
those times
that made me laugh
and love

Oh, that speaks to me....

Susan Kane said...

Born, live and then die. Very prosaic and well written.

Margaret said...

Roots - they are so important. Beautiful poem.

planetcyberluz.com said...

Your poem, so complementing this picture, made me think she had just burst through to the earth surface again after communing with Gaia in middle earth.
Tigerbrite

ayala said...

Lovely poem!

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