even in the dark with no moon and no stars I'd find you. my heart is a compass and you're my true north - at land or the sea as long as your heart is beating, I'd find you.
-where she grows / the lovers-
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Guess what's out today! It's You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World, which is a collection of 50 poems edited by Ada Limón that reflect on our relationship with the natural world. It looks really cool!
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1. change of state.
i’m a new poet, so please be kind. i’m trying my best.
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"When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, / How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, / Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, / In the mystical moist night-air..."
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The forest is my temple
It was our first temple
Columns, high ceilings and all
Its peace and contemplation
The feeling of a presence
Its presence within us
We can still feel it faintly even now
It whispers to us
Gently
In the wind through the trees
It says
Come home...
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Hope Chest
death, hostile and rugged, is surely
the fairest force of them all.
I have always said I'd like to be
eaten by a beast, but these days,
death moves creatively, making it seem to be
your own fault.
So when it is my time, which I'm sure
will be sooner than I realize -
time and death are holding hands
in the dark -
bury me in a meadow, wrapped
in the family quilt that still smells
like a hope chest and marry me
to the earth. Cover me in cowhide and
braid my hair.
tuck me in - no headstone necessary -
and plant a patch of chamomile
in the soil of my grave. I will
smell their sweet flowers, yellow and white,
and fall asleep.
- c. rose smith, hearthspeaker
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your gods
will mean nothing
at the end.
they mean nothing now,
in the highest peak of the forest,
or in the lowest valleys
they will not save your life
they are not real to the trees and rocks
don’t influence nature
into your capitalist mind scape.
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The Song Of The Full Moon, Glowing
by Michele Sommerstein
Beware!
I am hunting for a forest on this full moon, glowing
In this mundane world of dissatisfaction and routine, I scream
“Excess! Where is our excess?!”
Excess and happiness that we want, but are afraid to wish for
afraid it might come true
(or not)
Ooh, don’t you see?
This is no night for patrolling one’s will,
curbing one’s feelings in farce and fear of consequence,
This is the night to roll naked through the fields
Let the branches scrape my thighs
Let the ground soil my feet, till I smell just like the forest
till the forest smells like me
Let us be as we wish! As we want! As we will!
As our will wishes to be! For We! We are weird!
We are what some may consider, a different kind of “freak”
So, let us be free and wild and peculiar! Beautiful,
Let me sing the sounds that spill from my mouth at random
No need to speculate of the word’s possible poetic value
But rather with passion I croon: spirit! fire! dance!
Dance! Yes, dance (I say) in this instinctive tangent
To the song of the full moon, glowing
Till our heart beats to that of the drum, and we feel
Laughing in embrace! Can you hear it? The tambour
Calling us into the circle! Faster, I say! faster
Moving as it takes us, as if it was breathing
Second nature! Instinct! As it was meant to be!
We are the bodies we want tonight
Can’t you see? This is our awakening!
This is our time with the moon
Like lovers! Like friends with velvet hats and long feathers,
feeding off each other's, energy and inspiration!
Exploration! Knowledge! Music! Laughter! Dancing! Happiness!
At last, satisfaction! (feeling whole of which we are deserving)
Cover me with the soil of the earth
Fill my navel with the minerals from the bottoms of lakes
With the paints on your palette, on your finger tip and brush
With your mouth and body and mind oozing with imagination
Fill me with the knowledge you’ve always wanted to tell me
that until now I do not know,
While I stare at the full moon tonight
We are the full moon tonight, glowing within! Glowing!
For we understand our eyes, as we stare at ourselves
wide and curious for knowledge
We peek and search the unknown crevices of nature
and our bodies that so often go unnoticed or repressed,
we suddenly notice, and find we make sense
Don’t you see? Tonight it will be more than some primal need,
On this night of the full moon, glowing
the forest shall smell like we!
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I take my new lover to the earth first
to see how they love my mother
do they talk with the trees
do they whisper to leaves and pause
to tell me about the beauty they see
or do they race to the peak without blinking an eye
do they trample the blooms and never look at the sky
I take my new lover to the earth first
to see how they love my mother
because I am she
and how you love her
is how you'll love me
@ whereshegrows / the lovers
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