Primordial

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Primordial

My heart is quiet now
Not a skipping brook
nor a flowing river;
Nor the Songbird I know.

Glimpses light up, reminders,
like the Starling outside my window
the violets in the sun.
So much beauty, why then not skip?

Earth is recovering from our sins
We are now the prisoners thereof,
The sky is clear, air tastes sweet,
Waters run blue again.

The stillness, the calmness
the trees show to me, as they raise
their branches to the sky.
No thoughts of fear, just being.

Being their strong, primordial selves
Being part of totality.

© miriam ivarson

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R E T R E A T

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R E T R E A T

The word evokes peace
A choice to find harmony, stillness;
Calming the jumbled, twisted knots
finding the kernel of who we are.

Ordered isolation carries fear,
The fear we all feel at times,
fear of unknown, of loss, of death.

We lose sight of light, of ourselves.
Forget inherent strength
Forget we can love and laugh.

Retreat has a garden, flowers and birds,
All just live and trust.
Could we learn deep hope?

Isolation sounds like prison walls
maybe the word invokes more fear?
The spirit of man will win through,

As the beautiful songs from windows,
Along a street in Italy;
Made me believe in the essence of man.

© miriam ivarson

PESTILENCE

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PESTILENCE

Panic, fear, angst and helplessness
spread like fire around Earth.
I wonder, has earth had enough;
Enough of selfishness, of greed.

With insolence man has poisoned
air, ocean, forests and land.
Our planet has sent warnings,
with little effect so far?

A microscopic microbe arrived,
Became an enemy, hidden and strong.
No radars, weapons or anger help.
Stupefied we stand.

As we fight for survival, I hope,
pray the lesson finally is learnt.
Mother Earth is alive,
We need to live in harmony with her.

Many have spoken out
not least a bright young girl;
Told us truths and facts,
Is it too late?

Can a serious turn save our lives
and that of Earth.

As forests are burning
Oceans choking along with whales
Our air suffocates our lungs and land,
Will we pay heed?

I so wish we would,
Let science and heart go hand in hand
Let love be the light to lead.

© miriam ivarson

DIGNIFIED

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DIGNIFIED

I saw him again this morning
Coming out from his home with it’s shiny black door
A little shopping bag in his hand.

He looks stately this man, dressed with care,
Tall and proud he carries his years.
At times his wife will come, she looks frail
but so very loved.

Together they give warmth to the neighbourhood
make people behave more dignified.
On returning with his bag full, he is often stopped,
so many want to say hello and how are you and more.

Have wondered if I should cross the expanse
walk the road and say hi to the man and his wife.

Do you think they would like to come for tea
with scones and clotted cream.

© miriam ivarson

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