we learn of lithosphere
and crust, continental plates
alive and slipping still
in echoes of creation
we name ages
and periods of rock
count layers
like rings in a tree
but stone
and slower growing
than plant exuberance;
she has time
to lay down this veneer
in perfect hardness
geology: how old
the earth is
a question
not for me to ask
innocent of carbon dating
she is here before us
and after us
that stone mother
molten
around a solid heart
whose hold on us
is tender
but absent
whose shadow
cradles dreaming
and shows us stars
but whose shifts
tear continents
from stone shelves
and whose shrugs
raise mountains
she is primal force
mostly asleep
dangerous to wake her
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Absolutely gorgeous. I love this.
Thank you so much!
She is tender, but absent. Creation you have worded beautifully. Mother earth shall be at peace. 🙂
Thank you Pawan 🙂
My only hope would be that Mother Earth could read your paean to her..it provides her with the elegance, awe and wonder that she so deserves..
Mimi, thank you. I am not going to wake her to ask 🙂
Lol..probably a good idea. But maybe on a nice day, when the sun is smiling and all appearances suggest she’s in a good mood? 🙂
Maybe then 🙂
I like to believe she sleeps somewhere beneath molten rock 😉
😉 let’s hope so.
Gorgeous imagery!
Thank you 😀
Love the geological w(o)(a)nderings.
And I love your word 🙂
w(o)(a)nder. AWESOME!
A very powerful well writtten poem with fine geological imagery of mother earth. ‘she is primal force mostly asleep dangerous to wake her’
I love these words and I agree. Good show, Susan.
Oh, thank you! It is so easy to take for granted that force sleeping beneath our feet.
🙂 I’m not waking her up that’s for sure. Let sleeping ‘blogs’ lie.
LOL!
Hmmmmm! Can one really know mother nature without waking her up? Can one feel an absent tenderness? Beautiful song!
Wow–thought-provoking response–something to think about and discuss. You always have the best questions! Thanks for liking it 🙂
BEAUTIFUL !
Thank you Deb!