by Tanya Southey   Apr 23, 2019

The earth knows
no religion
only pallid
bones and
dense flesh all
the same
under skin tones
that differ

The earth knows
no boundaries
only places
where the land ends
where the ocean starts
where the mountains
hover and where all
look up to the stars

The earth knows
no half-truths she
knows all our secrets
holds all the tears
and when we are gone
in the haunting quiet
our memories will
dissolve into her soil
only to rise again
carbonated in a seed,
a flower or tree,
the scent of all
that was loved,
our joy returned,

© Tanya Southey


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  • This has such a true in it that it makes you want to read more the second stanza is a gem I think it couldn't of been written any better. I loved that you used the word recycled it gave it at green earthly feel to the whole peice.


    • 4 days ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks so much. We really need to get our feet on the ground and remember we are part of something that does not need to be dominated, but treated with respect :)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A fully deserved three wins in a row. Well done, Tanya.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Tanya Southey

      I am seriously happy and humbled! Thank you!! Thank you!!

  • 3 weeks ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    I loved this, humans are petty creatures with an ego, making big deals of borders and skin colors and religion - foolish things that matter not, for all that matters is our home: Earth.

    Unfortunately, we don't even take care of that.

    Much love, Tanya.

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Tanya Southey

      It's such a worry. I don't think we realise what a crisis the planet is actually in. We all need to change, but will we?

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    Wonderful tribute to Mother Earth. Well done-

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Bravo and nominated. All the very best to you

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thanks so much Dagmar. This is part of a series I am doing on the elements. This week is Fire...still playing with it x

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