Saturday, November 7, 2015

Music of the Spheres

By Borut Kantuser (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

Mother Earth

Has a face of stone

Not without expression

By Briston (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia CommonsBeing a mother she cries

Happy tears, sad snows, angry squalls

That fall from clouds

Formed from her children’s breath

By Borut Kantuser (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons                                   While our sibling trees photosynthesize 

All our breaths into wind

That is her voice

Her ears can hear 

Mosquitos mate in perfect fifths

But the voice of Father Hertz

She loves the most

And here we are on planet earth

In our nursery

Hearing their lullabies

But not the symphony



  1. It is always such a delight to see you post one of your wonderful poems. I love this one, and the photos are sublime.

    1. I was surprised to see a whole year had gone by since my last post. Time flies.

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    1. Well, it's not going anymore. Too hard to have job + mandatory overtime and build a shack and deal with wind blowing roofs off and everything else. My next project will be an earthship underground.


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