I've written this piece as a submission to my ode challenge which is now closed. An ode is a lyrical poem of praise that's fairly lengthy with at least several stanzas containing 6 to 10 lines each. It's written as though speaking directly to the person/place/thing that's being praised. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
Blessed Earth Ode by Carolyn Glackin Oh Mother, I implore you! Come hear thy words of praise! For your stars light up my night And your sun doth light my days You warm us and you cool us In your loving arms we dwell Forever are we grateful You love us all so well
Resplendent are your beaches So sacred are your waters Therein you hold such treasures For your beloved sons and daughters Where creatures swim so freely A boon that teems with life! So giving are your ways Protecting all from strife
Dear Gaia, how to praise you? When there's just so much to say I speak now of your leaves How in the gentle winds they sway And you keep my eyes beholden There upon each lovely flower That bursts to life in spring And brightens every bower
I beg thee Mother, hear me! For I'd surely be remiss If I spoke not of your beauty That enrobes us in such bliss! Majestic are your mountains Rising up to such great heights The sentries of the ages Who stand guard of all our nights
There's so much more to say And so many things to see There are creatures great and small There are rivers, lakes, and streams So endlessly you nurture Every breathing creature here So tirelessly you work Day to day, and year to year
Blessed Mother, can you hear me? Do you feel my every word? You birthed me from your soil Which I once found so absurd Your essence is my life force Through you, I came to be Though my soul hails from above My body hails from thee
So gentle are your ways As you selflessly provide You're both mother and a father To those whom on your land reside Oh noble Earth, I thank you And I swear we'll never part When I one day leave this world Here with you, I'll leave my heart. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 4/23/2019.
About the art: As this poem is penned as though I'm directly praising the Earth, I chose an image that depicts that. The artist is Eve Wetlaufer.
Puffy plant proboscises persist to pester, per propinquitous proliferations of perky plant pistils pouting profusely with ponderous plumes of pollens purposely producing presently pronounced piles of pesky pollen puddles.
Busy breathing bountiful buds bursting with blankets of boundless botanical byproducts of benevolent budding blossoms by vexing with a viral vengeance of potent pollutants to persist in potential pollinations; plainly pestering the passing populace.
Saturations of seedy springtime soot seriously stresses sensitive schnozzles. Suffering sinus stuffiness seems so stressful since a strained septum certainly sets sensations of stubborn symptoms so stifling that snorts of snot should be slightly sniffled or seriously sneezed so certain situations should soon settle.
Perplexing predicament; perhaps?
Particularly passionate patches of petalled poppies, purple pansies, pink posies & prickly pines predictably participate in promoting this primary procreative purpose.
Tissue toting turns tempting to anticipate apprehending annoying and occasional 'achoos'!
Let me touch your soil Let me bow down to thee And touch your feet With utter regards O my dear Gaia , My Motherland Accept my orison Which I offer to you , earnestly.
Your vermilion east horizon Resonating the chirps of passerines Their warmth and gaiety Mesmerizing even the welkin's Sun And I wake up then In that pleasant dawn Hearkening the lay of nightingale.
Trickling beyond The thickets and canopies Of Magnolia , Maple and Pine The Majestic Royal sunshine The velvety textured petal claded Path of forest climes Hugging you , O my mother To provide you warmth In days of algid blue winter And make you fertile.
Swaying , brushing gently Where soft sweet psithurism of zephyr Over golden paddy fields Amidst lush green mango trees I bow down to thee O my dear Gaia , My Motherland Accept my orison Which I offer to you , earnestly.
The land of golden harvest Where flows Holy Ganga From melting rimes of Gangotri Ingesting Universe's sins In her Holy water amicably Where flow Yamuna , Brahmaputra , Cauveri And Nile and Mississippi I bow down to thee O my dear Gaia , My Motherland The queen of the universe Accept my orison Which I offer to you , earnestly.