Unwoven


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The fabric of nature

Woven into the texture of sound

And water

And color

And thought in knowing

There is a reason for knowing

We just don’t know why

And there is an awakening

For a journey to shape Hope

In juxtaposition

To the silence of tall mountains

In juxtaposition

To war in Afghanistan where poppies wave orange

Against bullet blue skies and wind ravaged hills

In all

That matters…

In the end…

How does the curve relate to the angle?

The cross to the star to the sickle

Symbols of fallen snow

And sunset glow in acid rain?

How does blood dry up and blow away so quickly

Like forests

While I sleep

And the thudding discontent of selfhood

Lost in wanting to be

where it matters most

in the veins of the earth

where curvature has no shape and

roots stretch north

To where the stars begin

Treading softly

In what’s been left behind

 

In place.

Fracking: The Raping of Earth


Cape Fear River, North Carolina

Cape Fear River, North Carolina

Our National Forests,

Earth’s forests,

Are just outside our cities,

Rivers and hills

And mountains rising up

Like they have forever,

Despite tunnels,

And traffic,

And high wires,

And cellphone towers

Running through them.

 

Earth still gives

As she always has,

Her dark patches of trees

Calling us into her arms

To soak in her languid waters

And breathe deep,

Her still airs quieting our souls

In a way that ringing colonial axes

For cabins and axels and population growth

Could not defeat.

 

But Drilling,

But Frackers Fracking.

You would mow her down

With ear splitting sounds,

And rape her

Over and over and over again

Until the puncture wounds are too great to bear,

You would force her,

Inject her,

Oozing with your toxic poisons

That can’t be washed away

Until she is broken,

But still giving,

You would take her beauty

To fuel your manhood

Until she has given it all away.

And the sun and wind,

The sun and the wind would still be free.

 

 

In response to Senator Ted Cruz–National Forests are not for sale

Karen K. L. Espaniola                                    July 11, 2014

Poetry

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