NaPoWriMo: Day 4

Misery Needs Company

You say you want to comfort me,
but you don't leave me alone.
The misery of company,
it's like sucking on a dessicated bone.

I told you that the tunnel's light,
And the ocean's colder blue; 
Were brighter than the crisp cold night,
And harsher than Poseidon's hue.

Now you're falling fast into the vast escape,
Of my mind's dark, empty slopes.
Lingering in the depths of death,
Dancing with glorified ghosts.

NaPoWriMo: Day 3

What if Mother Nature was a whore?

What if Mother Nature was a whore?
A woman who spread her legs as wide as the oceans reach,
So that vessels could land and flourish,
And birth the human race.

What if Mother Nature was a whore?
Perhaps it would explain why dandelions look nothing like sunflowers,
Or why the Sun is nothing like the Moon,
Although they are siblings of the sky.

Mother Nature must have been a whore,
To birth the the sea and the sky,
So similar but not alike.
Vast and Blue, but fathers by masses much unlike.

What if Mother Nature was a whore?
Would we continue to revel in her beauty?
Or expel her from our graces,
As we did Mary Magdalene, the Bible's harlot.

Mother Nature, you whore.
Birthing ugly and beautiful all at once,
Daddy, Daddy, Father Time.
Mama Nature is a whore.