Wednesday, January 13, 2010



Caring for the land
nurtures us
like caring for our mother —
the Mother of Life

Soil that feeds us
is being washed away,
blown away
by the tons
lost to the oceans.
This is our home
the home that feeds us.

I used to know all this,
lived it
but that deep caring is gone.
Food gets thrown out
not composted
worms leave to find
a richer feeding ground.
Soil left unnourished.

I am in front of
the computer
feeding my mind.
My body needs to
work — the work
of the Soil.

My neighbor's fava beans
are already up.
What am I waiting for?


Roann Mathias said...

Sherrie, I love the painting!
So glad to see you blogging.

Sherrie Lovler said...

Thanks Roann! This blog is really inspiring my creativity. Just what I was hoping.

Victoria Pittman said...

Beautiful image and poetry Sherrie. I love the way the blog kind of forces me to create something and need to get after it on more regular basis.

Poetry is harder though . It is so fugitive and elusive.
One day it just flows then next day, week, months... I "got" nothin'!!

Sherrie Lovler said...

Thanks, Victoria! Yes, the poetry is certainly fugitive and elusive. That's why I made a non-verbal agreement with it -- to write it down, no matter what is coming. I also set a time for it now. It feels like I honor the flow and keep the door open.

Sherrie Lovler said...

Victoria, your blog is beautiful and it inspires me!