A poem written in response to an oil spill years ago.
It felt like a dream.
The utter hopelessness
of the seal,
drenched in black muck
that clung to her
without consent.
A few attempts to be the one she knew
then the finale:
A deathly dive into the oily slime
never to surface again.
Later the professor showed me
boxes of books.
They all told about creation
and destruction.
How absolute it all is, I thought in wonder.
He said: "And in the midst of all this,
the trees go on breathing."
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These poems are fabulous - alive, sensual, full of scent and sound and color. I can almost feel the blades of grass between my toes as you describe walking around the farm. Wow! No wonder you feel drawn to continue on this road. I'll mark your blog and look forward to more. - Peggy Natiello, Sedona, AZ
Maria, how amazing to see your poems black on white, to witness the scars from your childhood, the dreams you dream, the deep thoughts pouring forth from you. Thank you for sharing your poetry. You are courageous, keep writing... - Ulli Sir Jesse, Telluride, CO
You definitely need to continue sharing your writing. There is something primal, honest and nurturing within it .. a reminder of a fire that each of us must keep close to us, share with others and warm our souls with.
Wes Wyatt, Salem, VA
Your poetry is beautiful! I can see how you will make a fabulous Poetry Therapist! My very favorite poem is “A Slice of India” ~~ wonderful!
Carlita Riedel, Sedona, AZ
Maria, how amazing to see your poems black on white, to witness the scars from your childhood, the dreams you dream, the deep thoughts pouring forth from you. Thank you for sharing your poetry. You are courageous, keep writing... - Ulli Sir Jesse, Telluride, CO
I love your poetry blog. My absolute favorite is Once Upon a Time. You have such beautiful metaphors. Keep up the good work. What a treat!
Pam Taylor, Sedona, AZ
Pam Taylor, Sedona, AZ
You definitely need to continue sharing your writing. There is something primal, honest and nurturing within it .. a reminder of a fire that each of us must keep close to us, share with others and warm our souls with.
Wes Wyatt, Salem, VA
Your poetry is beautiful! I can see how you will make a fabulous Poetry Therapist! My very favorite poem is “A Slice of India” ~~ wonderful!
Carlita Riedel, Sedona, AZ
How marvelous, delightful, and promising. It is only a matter of time now before others, after reading one or two or three of your poems, discover their hair is on fire. Like me, they'll jump to their feet and shout "Hallelujah!" Amid a world filled with shallow plastic wading pools, there is finally an ocean, with some real water to swim in... David Sunfellow, Sedona, AZ
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Maria,
I'll be sure to keep you in mind. Both for opportunities to send your name on to others and for any opportunities to work together on something.. and in our prayers as well.
Loved your 'resume' too! And.. David forwarded your blog address to me and I read another of your poems. You definitely need to continue sharing your writing. There is something primal, honest and nurturing within it .. a reminder of a fire that each of us must keep close to us, share with others and warm our souls with.
More later.
Wes
Thank you Wes for your kind words!
I don't know if this poem is about the Exxon Valdez, but it immediately brought it to mind, especially my own experiences witnessing the tell-tale signs of it of a number of years later on one of my first visits to Alaska.
And, I will take the professor words - "And in the midst of all this,
the trees go on breathing." - with me wherever I go.
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