The Face Of Mother Earth

The Face Of Mother Earth

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

The Face Of Mother Earth

 

She awakens from a deep sleep

To the sound of a hummingbird

Her world is complete

Forests thick with foliage

Winding rivers and streams

She awakens from her dreams

Mother Earth is in awe

Of the splender of the Universe

The skies are so blue

Everything upon her soil is alive and new

She is refreshed by the rains

No thunder and lightning today

Her mountains stand tall and strong

As the hummingbird sings to her his song

She has given birth to the wildlife

And to all of mankind

 

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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This is so true and you have conveyed that idea exceptionally here.
The strike through effect is also making a part in it to convey that feel.
Great work!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I can see the point of the crossings out as that is what is happening. We, this species, are crossing out that from which we have sprung. The crossings out are the poem and make a very, very strong statment. The crossings out are the opposite of poetry in fact. They are flat lines and they are how the line of nature's vital responses will look when we, this species, have finished what we are doing to nature, unless ... we change.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I understand the meaning...these things are fading with global warming, pollution of the land, air and water. The animals are endangered, the plants are dying, there is acid rain and a general rape of the planet's resourses by the goverments of man. Children are dying from cancer and suffering from astma... I do not think this is a beautiful write but one meant to show the folly of mankind in his destruction of the planet. That was my interpretation, at least.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Splendor of words as eyes see Mother Nature through your eye words!
A real beauty!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I don't understand the point of the cross-through! I find it rather annoying in fact, and that it takes away from the poem in some way - distracts is the word. Otherwise, the subject seems to alternate between a descriptive piece, and the stating of a truism which is obvious to everyone. I'm looking for the point of the exercise and can't seem to find it. 'Follage' by the way should be 'foliage'.
David.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is so beautiful and wonderful, like this write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Amy
This is well written.
You capture so much beauty! x

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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