Tempests Within - 34.5" x 18.5", Acrylic on Birch, SOLD

Is the Earth down below

Where you feed from and need some?

Do her cycles connect into you

To remember the storms are yours?

That divide you and your soul into trying to remember

From which smell of the rain on what wind it was sent from?

Is that the place where you scream from?

That place of the joining where your dreams come

Where the winds blow some?

One can never say what hope got lost in a trance

What story died with an old one’s parlance

This is the dance that despair lives in

Of trinkets and pockets, filling and drilling

Emptying then restocking, in parties and feasts

While typhoons spin whining

When lessons of breaching the teachings

Float up on sides of mammals beaching

Polar Bears drift by, slide down dying

Eyes blinking wide up to the skies

For that’s where the debris keeps seeping

Down through the atmospheric tides of our keeping

Thunder beings haunt warning up high

In a blaze in the evening sky

Where thirst and hunger lie sleeping

And it’s too hard to live, in these hot dry places

Water left drying on red parched skin cracking

A land so well hid, we peek out soft handed

Fringe of it swills inside a hidden hell

And they remain resting inside a shell

Too many comforts, don’t bother to hear those who yell

She only looks back at you now

From that place you’ve made her so unwell

You’ve sucked her dry while puffing up your lapel

And all around the earth is in cataclysm

Do you not see it’s your heart and soul reflection

To be her life support connection?

Is the Earth down below?

LauraLee K. Harris

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