poem by Bea Garth

“Mother Earth’s Breath” poem by Bea Garth plus her painting: “The Turtle’s Complaint To Gaia”

By beagarth on May 11, 2020 • ( 4 )

“Mother Earth’s Breath” by Bea Garth, copyright 2020 For a moment the Earth takes an unexpected breath as her humans, that most troublesome of progeny, squirrel in their rectangular hovels while porpoises and swans begin to play in sunlit canals… Read More ›

“Loganberries” poem by Bea Garth

By beagarth on April 11, 2020 • ( 2 )

Loganberries by Bea Garth, copyright 2020 The sunlight trails over a stand of sunflowers their floppy heads nodding across the way while we are examined by a group of steer and heifers chewing thoughtfully, black bodies on a field of… Read More ›

“THE ROOM” and “Lovers” by Bea Garth

By beagarth on March 18, 2013 • ( 0 )

Editorial Note: “The Room” is one of Bea Garth’s more lively poems cherishing love and its delights as well as its ability to take us to “the other side”– it being yet another door into Spirit. Her drawing “Lovers” (above) resonates… Read More ›

TOO MUCH/TOO LITTLE/TOO NUCLEAR

By beagarth on May 24, 2011 • ( 0 )

by Bea Garth copyright May, 2011 . . I just can’t deal with it. It is too much: feeling in my bones the cover-up of nuclear radiation spreading through the Northern Hemisphere, the continuing spewing of the reactors in Fukishima,… Read More ›

Tides

By beagarth on March 14, 2011 • ( 0 )

Tides by Bea Garth copyright 2011 You unravel me with your sweet persistent touch, I am swept up in the tides of the Universe there being no shore like the sands of the Moment to lose myself into guided by… Read More ›

Awakening

By beagarth on August 22, 2009 • ( 0 )

by Bea Garth, copyright 2009 Awakening to myself perhaps for the first time like a small child I get stronger with each passing day while I morn what I missed my life blossoms, what sort of deal is this to… Read More ›

IF I WERE

By beagarth on July 9, 2008 • ( 0 )

by Bea Garthcopyright 2008 If I were meand you were youwhat would we do?Would we laugh and crygive each other our hearts and swear not to die,if I were meand you were you? Instead we pace and stumblebeing ever so… Read More ›

Silver

By beagarth on June 13, 2008 • ( 0 )

by Bea Garthcopyright 2008 The clock is tickingdeath approachesI breathe in deeplythe universe bathes my heartwhile a dog barks from across the creek.I do battlepersistent and slowas a snaileating the lettuce and even the marigolds,my trail a silver threadreflecting the… Read More ›

Animus

By beagarth on May 11, 2008 • ( 0 )

by Bea Garth, copyright 2008 Speak and I will run,come softly.‘Though it draws meI am afraid of the fire.Like a pumaI must think I am unseen,a few yards behind your reachin the darkness, amongst the trees.I must know that you… Read More ›

Toltec

By beagarth on April 12, 2008 • ( 0 )

(musings in the clay sculpture studio)By Bea Garth, copyright 2008 Today the clay under my fingers sangat long lastrighting the arms and shouldersof this Toltec like sculptureputting on ears and a bit more masson the back of his headseeing how… Read More ›