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Mother Erratic

Mother Erratic

She is the wind that slays
Earth that quakes
The sin unseen in bloom
She is the wave that shifts
Rift that breaks
By rebellion to the rule
She forgives and she forsakes
At our will she is invited
To give as she reclaims
Perfecting the arrival
Her vengeance roams
On winds traversing
Centuries of a past
Predictable as it is familiar
With bloodstains, death lustrates
Life without memory
She had found her way at last

Leaves scatter
And between the branches
The light is lost
As in the eyes of a child
That stare towards the apogee
The bark is slashed
And the resin trickles at a cost
For the cure is a catalyst
The future affords to dream
Perpetuating like a storm
A child born into this world of fear
Mother protect them in your arms
And keep them safe
In passage of the unclear
Reveal a haven to harbour
A reason to matter
Beyond shape or form
But how deep must be
The wound of debt
If it's here that we belong

Perambulate
Across fields of vale
Opium had grown
Or upon blasted mines
Beneath the feet of innocence
Where seeds of odium are sown
Then weave their hearts
From photographs
And resurrect the memories
From remnants of their bones
Still what is pure
Will surely last in light
Constellating to remold

 

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Angel

Very interesting poem angel

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Ian William

It's basically about destruction in all forms, whether natural or through violence. The unending cycle of life and its immediate and continuous danger. Susceptible to the unknown. Mother Erratic, the personification.

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Angel

I write on a lot of different topics
spiritual life experience and so on
I love to write all for now angel

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Bernadete van d...

Mother erratic, the creator and the destroyer. She is not selfish, but self-fulfilling. Brilliant writing, Ian! 
I am on Page 8 now, not far to finish your amazing collection. I think you should write a book. Honestly. You are very, very good on Noir style, and there is a demand out there. 
Warm wishes, 
Bernadete
 

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Ian William

Thank you incredibly much Bernadete. You are too kind. 

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