I thought I was
your rural landscape, your sanctuary-
to my dried up branches,
you’ve tied glassy words
with an evil of their own-
the world hears
sweet tinkling and jingling
of their sound-
yet deep inside
their torque twists my sinews-
my failed leaves sigh-
I am so burnt up-
can I be your home again-
like this burnt up earth
I am forever athirst
for
love-
Posted for Fireblossom’s picture prompt @ Sunday Muse #91
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Also shared with earthweal open link weekend #3
sumanar/lekha 
This is heart-wrenching, Sumana.
This pulls hard at the heart strings Sumana! A mother’s lament is the greatest of griefs. Beautiful writing! It is wonderful to see you at the Muse!
I love this, both as a response at Sunday Muse but also a good fit at earthweal — humanity shrieks for comfort and safety when Mother has always been our green sanctuary, whispering comfort in its canopy. A human mother would so understand this, watching her children wander about looking for home. — Brendan
“I am forever athirst for love” ,
I think we are all seeking that “love”. Hopefully, we can find in our journey.
This is so well-balanced, and its words fall so naturally, that it seems almost like an overheard conversation with someone who listens from the other side of the veil. I especially like the first ten lines, which are magically evocative.
our sanctuaries are fast slipping away…
A burnt up earth ever athirst for love….as are we all. So beautiful, my friend.
Beautiful. the words fall simply and elegantly. A mother’s lament is not to be ignored, only listened to and somehow, comforted.
Glassy words with an evil of their own. Sharp as a serpent’s tooth, as the man said.
Oh, Sumana, this is heart-breaking! What powerful words from deep within.
“deep inside
their torque twists my sinews-
my failed leaves sigh-”
An incredible image of bottling the growth and the emotions of the trees here to hold the planet in its orb. I cry with it, and want to undo all the harm.
Yes, this pulls at my heart. I feel your poem.
Mother’s sadnesses, joys, laments, celebrations, mournings are the stuff of life …. beautiful write.
Heartbreaking words, Sumana.
Wising you a wonderful and peace-filled New year. 🙂