Her Moods Are Understandable
If only we’d learn
The breeze is refreshingly cool in the shade under the ficus tree,
As I ponder the year yet to come,
Birds chorus above me, singing their own personal tune of encouragement,
Or are they attempting to con me out of another handful of seed?
**
The insects symphony rise and fall around me,
Reminding me of the simplicity of life,
A wallaby sits and stares up at me from the forest floor,
Is it too pondering the meaning of it all?
**
The sun shines in dapple curtains upon the deck that surrounds me,
Warming my head as the breeze cools my sweaty brow simultaneously,
Bringing home the preciousness of the here and now,
Fooling me into believing the ambience of nature is always a peaceful experience.
**
Mother Nature is hiding the turbulence of just yesteryear,
Pretending she didn’t hit me with the full force of her splendid rage,
Her temper flashing blue from cloud to cloud as she ravaged the earth,
Lecturing the human race for their destructive nature within their core.
**
She’s appealing to my empathy in an endeavour to help me forget,
Now that the torrent river is no longer rushing under my feet,
And the rain and hail is no longer lashing down upon our manmade structures,
Attempting to warn us of the harm we are committing to this world.
**
The trees flutter innocently as the breeze tepidly touches each of its leaves,
The branches lying upon the ground a stark reminder of the tempest of the storm,
They sacrificed a limb to the good of their beautiful mother,
Will we eventually listen — or have we left it too late?
**
I rally and rage against the inconvenience,
No power, no phone, no internet, no water — the instant connection gone,
Forgetting that today’s peace, slight breeze and glorious sunshine is Mother Nature’s preferred mood,
Until we cause her to lose her temper once again!
**
Like any mother, her patience will wear thin when we won’t learn,
When she feels the frustration of giving the same lecture over and over again,
It is then she becomes the all powerful,
So why do we feel, at this time, that she’s destructively cruel?
**
We cause her intolerable pain,
As she patiently showers us with the most magnificent of days,
Days like today, when the world is a beautiful glorious place,
And her love knows no bound — although she is a strong task master when we fail to listen!
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
I take this as a reflection on your recent holiday -- in paradise but with an upset mother. I haven't gotten to read your review of the place yet as Vocal still won't let me log on with the computer. (On the phone app, it's easier to work my way back.). I hope all is well with you.
She is a strong taskmaster indeed. Wonderful piece.
One day she would finally snap for good and wipe us all out, lol. Loved your poem!
Excellent message Colleen. Also I loved the part about the wallaby and wondering if it’s pondering too! 😊👍