EVE & GAEA
EVE AND GAEA: SONGS THAT NATURE SING
In my palms rests you, a dream that could easily crumble like untended seeds
For I wasn’t blessed like mother Gaea’s greens;
beautiful sucklings that could touch the hottest of days and be kissed and caressed by the sweetest of rains
Their tender leaves lick moist soft air as they yawn in spring
woken by hearty chirpings of the birds and the fluttering of their angel wings
Not you. The earth despises you! A spawn of dying stocks and sticks
To her you are weed with withered and rotted roots to be paid no heed
Like me, you are born barren, a creature of ugliness birthed by ugliness
The unbridled joys and melodies of fertility you may never taste
You sit there in the sand. Empty. Rejected.
In silence born out of loath, weathered by the brunt of disdain
Beneath the earth you reach to connect with Gaea,
For a taste of her nectar; an elixir for your hurt and faint heart
Your want, No. Your need she greets with scoff
As she casts you to her worms, for you are not her seed
Her sharp rejection causes life within you to flicker
So sudden. So quick. A heartbeat muffled by the fates bringing tears to mother’s heart as your roots turn to straw and your face starts to sink
Her rejection boring more holes than her worms ever could
Stung ashen but driven by Mother’s rejection, you sprout new leaf green with hope—oh, you relentless soul!
Naked and exposed as you look upon her son and lover, Sky
He is Mother’s son; for he frowns at your grotesque form hissing at you in crude judgement
Cerulean mist erupts! For he wails as he calls forth hails to flush you from his sacred self else you contaminate his blessed waters of abundance
With heavy set arms he tosses you to hateful Wind
who drags you through the mud for his amusement
splashing away at your hopes as you bleed away the will to be
I see his wry smile; how he blows and bellows as he invites lightning to mock you in tune with cackling thunder
This fertile ground holds no warmth! Not for you! For the Sun comes to raze your pieces and sets your hopes asunder,
as molten fury broils you with contempt. The tragedy!
Bare on the grainy sands, you take it all with quiet acceptance
Through the cracks they have breached your core and you can hold no more
Oh, your dreams of a fertile life dissolves into delusion as breeze blows sand and dust raises doubt
For your songs of need and hearty spirits are reduced to screams
In the violent insanity I hug you to my roots, nestling you in mother’s love, as I rain curses on the elements, Gaea, and myself
What mother lets her young swirl in sands of blackness and despair?!
For what mother would bring love to this accursed sphere?!
I am eaten up by sadness for I cannot turn back the reed-tangled hands of your existence
A sadness that will never shy and will hunt me for Mother’s four seasons
Scars and chaff. In you that’s what Gaea sees
Not the stories of tries your cracks tell, not how your roots tirelessly claw the earth in frantic search to mean something deeply
But I see beyond your husk; past the jagged cracks that coats you grotesque
How it is a miracle that you emerged from me; a delicate seed from a barren tree, yet endured such hate from nature’s fiend
So when you fall I’ll meet you in pain with an assurance
that I’ll bleed a tear from your home in my roots to keep you warm like Sun, moist like Rain, with a fertile prayer from a sterile fig to blow you places like Wind
A hot tear for you, my seed, an elixir to your hurt and compost for your dreams—that they may see what I see in you Tomorrow
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