Layers

Layering,
building up of stuff.
Stuff that’s warped and ground and rough.

Bits and pieces piling
in uneven gallantry.
Mountains forming valleys as parts of She.

Terrain shifts,
rips with violent quakes.
Foretelling of eruptions coming day.

A living, growing orb.
Spewing pressures liquid rock.
Building high ranges, a guard against winds plot

As rocks form,
windward weather rages.
Jaded earth is watered, flourishes in stages.

Climb the crags,
find passes high.
Leading on to landwards slops brittle, bare and dry

Wonder past the grass lands
sheltering beneath.
Hear the whispered love songs riding on Her breeze.

Landscapes ever changing,
built by a liquid core.
Created for exploring while she lays one layer more.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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6 thoughts on “Layers

  1. As I was reading this beautiful poem, a flock of while Ibis birds just graced my backyard, followed by the unwelcoming sight of a mother duck and her large ducklings (who makes a mess after bathing in the morning’s sunlight – the pooh). Yet, these different birds found common ground – a lesson that we as humans must learn as we travel the terrain of different landscapes.

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