Venting the Orwellian Hand Maid's Tale Psychotic of the current American Dream
Lovely, Susie, especially the last line . . searching for a got humans haven't corrupted . . That's exactly what we do, isn't it? . . :)
This is amazing, especially the last line. You have brought the sadness of our Mother to light in such a lovely way. A very powerful five lines. Thank you for posting to this prompt.
wow, this certainly is tight, wrought and oh so beautiful for the anger and ache - the closing lines really are just so piercing ... and now I'm left to muse on whether the Mother - Earth suffers from insomnia at all, or is simply the sleeping giant who will shake it off at her will, as she must, re-balancing and what we call "destroying" in this wild weather events etc. Anyhow - great 5 sentence poem and I'm just going to wander and let my mind rest with the startling notion of what you've put forth.
I love the thoughts coming from mother earth! A powerful and beautiful poem Susie!
This is mighty and beautiful.
And the Great Mother is never wrong. So, perhaps we should start thinking about joining her seeking. I love this, Susie!