Life source

mountains move through me
crystal diamonds of fresh rivers
pave paths from time to time
connecting life source to life source

uncharted grounds explored
hills resurrected when the plates moved beneath me
as my soils were shaking
while my roots were quaking

Mother Nature’s tears
fall to the softest of waterfalls
the deepest of flows seeking high and low
quenching the thirst of hidden valleys
reflecting light upon the shadows
art created in the dark

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The geological imagery gives the impression that the speaker is the earth itself. This interpretation holds through the first two verses. The third verse, however, which may be the key to the poem, seems to veer in another direction, the meaning of which I cannot identify.

[Laura Kate]

Thank you for reading John. This poem was inspired by a photograph I saw of a woman's body covered in stretch marks. They flowed deeply over her body like rivers pathing their way through the soil. The last verse relates to the female body as preparing itself for the birth of life - art created in the dark, the life born in the safety and darkness of the womb, the body resourcing nutrients and life from the mother's body, which in turn experiences such tremendous shifts, like earthquakes.
I hope this shines little a more light on the topic. If I can find the original image I will add it .

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts,
Laura.

[barleygirl]

This is dynamic imagery & mind-blowing personification. Being in earthquake-prone California & very much feeling the quaking, sometimes daily, your middle verse is startlingly fresh, not steeped in the typical stereotypes. Being a lover of my rugged coastline geology, I love how your word painting of a bucking bronco of a planet can provide some of the most thought-stimulating rides! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Margie! So pleased to hear this. :) Much love, Laura.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

just like poets, Mother Nature produces art through the pain and the tears...
and no matter how strong our roots, poets seem to find the shakiest stems and they dying blooms...and ponder why...
j.

[Laura Kate]

You are so right there Jacob. Thank you for your review.
Laura.

[wordman]

lovely imagery with your words,i was there

[Laura Kate]

Thank you wordman, much appreciated

[wordman]

you`re welcome