A poem.

If She shows Herself?

by

Nightstory

Copyright (c) 2009

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Do not cry, if she shows herself,

when the river runs fast and deep

and the torrential rains slap you down,

and it frightens you out of sleep,

Show defiance,

Show your rage,

Stand up and dance in delight,

Be free from your cage,

You wanted to know the world,

it has showed you what she is,

Not always pretty, not always safe,

Not one secret has she hid,

So do not cry, when she shows herself,

She has shown you her best and worst,

She can be cruel and kind, her bad and good,

soft and sweet, blessed and cursed, 

but always she is our mother, this thing called Earth.

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  • drelayaraja on Dec 1, 2009

    Nice one friend..^_^

  • drelayaraja on Dec 1, 2009

    Nice one friend.

  • Stan Wilson on Dec 1, 2009

    very well written and like it very much

  • diamondpoet on Dec 1, 2009

    Excellent work, nice flow, and well written, I enjoyed.

  • Midie on Dec 1, 2009

    Love Mother Earth, always. Good job, well done.

  • Kinkyvinyl on Dec 1, 2009

    Enjoyable and clever poem.

  • lucia anna on Dec 2, 2009

    Excellent work!

  • Northernlight on Dec 2, 2009

    The identity of ‘She’ kept me guessing. Nice comparisons with emotions.

  • katelove on Dec 2, 2009

    beautiful poem about the different faces of the world. at first i thought the title alluded to the partner in the relationship opening up herself to the other partner.

  • Ruby Hawk on Dec 2, 2009

    Well done,

  • teresa brown on Dec 2, 2009

    ..stunning………..brilliant

  • Authoress Terry E. Lyle on Dec 4, 2009

    That was a interesting spin on the earth, originally I was leaning towards rain….uhmmm I like it. :)

  • LOVELYHONEY on Dec 6, 2009

    I am glad for the twists you take
    How happy I am
    That I am not alone

    The world has twins born
    At any point of time
    May not be to the same mother
    That’s the cause of my research
    To find that
    My mind I have torn

  • Butterfly Musings on Dec 8, 2009

    great poem!! although I hate my mother, great job!!

  • LOVELYHONEY on Dec 10, 2009

    Your work enlightens me
    To the very bone,
    It’s chilly out here
    Yet all she has shown,
    The beauty that lies,
    Beneath the whiteness
    The snow has now covered.

    Wait till tomorrow,
    When the sun does rise
    Gradually melts me
    To sheer nakedness
    Don’t then be surprised
    I will still be the same,
    As I once always was.

    It’s only you
    Who have changed?
    Your stance,
    ‘Twas b’coz you thought,
    I was really gone.

    I return in your dreams
    Every morn
    Love forlorn
    After all I’m
    Always naturally reborn

  • V rank on Dec 24, 2009

    this is very lovely…

  • cassandra evangelista on Jan 28, 2010

    Amazing. At first I thought you were talking about a woman you loved, but was surprised to discover your appreciation for planet earth

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