Every existence is beautiful beyond compare.
From monarch butterflies and lavender scents.
The joyful sounds that mother nature brings to us.
Water flowing from the radiant rainforests.
Deers, foxes and eagles bring joy to the forest.
Perfection is everywhere to be found.
Walks upon the sandy clean beaches.
Hikes along the mountainsides.
Dancing in the streets.
Miles and miles of green growth,
Earths beauty.
Climate change.
Destruction of our land.
Wildfires destroying Mother Earth.
Polluting rivers and lakes.
Trees were chopped down, no homes for wildlife.
Landfill sights overflowing.
Wreckage from hurricanes.
Overly populated.
Not enough clean water to drink.
Mother Earth struggling to survive.
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Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress3 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Such a powerful image of the two worlds, and they very much contrast- the sad reality:/. “Mother Earth struggling to survive” is a profound end to this.
So true Cathy. ny way you look at it, we are in trouble. Let us pray for better. Love the poetry.