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Gaia, The Earth Goddess


Gaia, The Earth Goddess

I step from boat to island shore
and she waits for me,
her warm, soft breeze
caresses my cheek,
her lush, verdant scent
fetchingly whispers.

She seduces me.

A gleaming azure sky
calms my agitated mind,
her supple trees drape
the curving roadside,
a satin emerald cloak
befitting the Goddess.

She shimmers for me.

Brilliant sunlight dances
on a turquoise ocean,
waves glittering with diamonds
invite me to play,
graceful sea birds soaring above
call me to be free.

She shines for me.

Exotic languorous lizards
ancient as all time
meander lazily on my path,
scoffing at all clocks,
coaxing me to relax into her
warm, tranquil rhythm.

She soothes me.

Time slips away and
becomes meaningless here,
she feeds my soul
with her enduring grace,
her heart beats to mine
and mine becomes hers.

She saves me.


I wrote Gaia, The Earth Goddess in 2019. This poem is included in my nature collection, Our Beautiful Earth Vol. 2, and my poetry collection, Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life.


I have a boyfriend on Floreana Island in the Galapagos. (The islands that inspired Gaia, The Earth Goddess.) Truth! On a visit there I was sitting on the edge of the feeding platform (Floreana is a sanctuary for rescued giant tortoises), watching some of the males spar. Suddenly one decided to come over and flirt. 🙂 What can I say? It was love at first sight.

Wishing you a beautiful Sunday. 🙂

© Susan L Hart 2026

Eternally


Eternally

We don’t remember
our other soul lives spent here,
alien Earth plane.

Swaths of sand smooth and
soften hard edges of lost
civilizations.

We visit, then with
infinite impermanence,
return to dust too.


Eternally is an excerpt from Soul Journey: Poetry for Our Times

Susan L Hart © 2026

Wishful


Wishful

My heart aches for them,
humanity’s freedom call
a whisper away.

But wishing will not
make it so; a decision
is required now.

Humanity’s mind
captured by a thought form
of a world of slaves.

Do they not realize
it’s simply a decision?
When will they wake up?

Leaving me wishful
that deceit will be unmasked,
so it can all change.


Wishful © Susan L Hart 2026

Stone’s Throw Away


Stone’s Throw Away

Our love was
so strong that
we were just
a stone’s throw
from reconciliation,

but the stones
already slung had
so badly broken
the glass house
of our trust that

the shards seeded
a stone wall over
which no stone
could ever be
thrown again.

We were so close,
and yet so far.


I wrote this poem in 2023 for humanity, inspired by the proverb “People who live in glass houses should not throw stones”.

© Susan L Hart 2026

Fabrications


Fabrications

Society used to
be built on
the character of
the people who
wove the fabric.

Integrity,
Honesty,
Hard Work,
Relationships,
and Vision.

These were the
vital strands
woven into the
warp and weft of
our world.

Now society is
fabricated on
voices in thin air,
virtual words with
empty promises.

We want that
world back,
a place where
strong character’s
substance reigns.

But wanting and
deciding are
two unlike things,
one is a wish,
the other intent.

Nothing comes
for free, and
everything worth
anything is still
worth the work.


Fabrications, © Susan L Hart, excerpted from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times