Mother Earth and Copy Cats

I am a copy cat. My best friend is always ten steps ahead of me...well...technically, she's typically 9 months or so ahead of me. Anyway, she stumbled upon some of her poetry from high school and decided to post some on her blog. This move has inspired me to dig up some old poetry to post, because, well, as I stated just a moment ago, I am a copy cat. I, however, might add some new poetry...or blatherings, because that's how I roll.

Sadly, because I am in the midst of packing, I could only locate some poems from college, 1995, to be exact. I was 20 years old.

Unlike Myself

A small piece of paper,

has

been ripped

to shreds.

In the fists of a small child,

the shreds

have been

cast into

the sea.

There they float

and scatter

and land

all around

me.

No

you cannot picture a place

because there isn't one.

You cannot see the person

because she is not there.

And you cannot read this poem

because, unlike myself,

you are not here.

Hmmm, what was that about? I'll never remember...my room mate had introduced me to wine around the time I wrote this. I know - yes, I drank wine, BRIEFLY. It was from a local vineyard in Fredonia...and...well...I was 20 -I'd drink anything I could get my hands on.

And here are my current, up to date musings on Mother Earth.

Listen

Mother Earth speaks to me.

I know you are not surprised.

I am silly like that,

letting the earth talk to me

and assuming she's motherly.

Mother Earth speaks to me...

from a tree on a hill over looking a lake

she whispers...."come home"

from the breeze on the trees, the first butterfly I've seen

she whispers.... "come play"

from a place deep in my womb, still warm with life

she whispers....