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Mother Earth

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lupus-astra

Published: Dec 18, 2012

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She has suns for eyes,
and oceans for tears,
a blade of grass for each hair,
and wisdom beyond her years.

Rage like an earthquake,
sorrow as deep as the sea,
madness funneled like a hurricane,
joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.

Her skin is a motley,
with hues so dark and bright,
she sleeps during the day,
and lays awake at night.

She has the universe for a heart,
and the cosmos burn in her soul,
however, humanity's blindness,
is at last taking its toll.

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I just took my LA honors semester final and bombed the hell out of it because the teacher never gave our class the extensive study guides she did the others, so...

Here's the poem I had to write for the last bit of the final. Basically, the test was over a shit ton of stuff, the last sections being Poe, Whitman, and Dickinson. We had to write a poem that emulated the styles of one of those three poets.

I tried doing Poe with the internal rhyme, but I obviously failed. I can't be all sophisticated with my poems. Bleh.

Anyway. A tribute to the earth. It's bad. But hey, I only had ten minutes to do it. So I'm not complaining.

Also, "Mother Earth" by Within Temptation is an amazing song.