Global Warming
What can I say that hasn’t been said
By folks (scientists) much smarter than I
Wise words fall on deaf ears
Silent the world
Hold our breath
We wait to see
The air polluted
The rivers and seas
Unfit for life
We are responsible
Soiled our bed
And now we must lie in it
Look at each other
With blank stares
Now what is it we must do
Is there any salvation
For the children
Where will they go
How will they live
The bees are all dead
The plants won’t grow
Pox on your house
We ignore warnings
Life on earth is in peril
January 20, 2019
15 comments:
Such a plea for answers from our soiled beds!
"Wise words fall on deaf ears
Silent the world
"Hold our breath"
I believe the earth used to speak to us. Maybe in small pockets of healthiness, she still does.
The poem reminds me of Wordsworth's poem "Lines Written in Early Spring" that ends like this: "If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?"....Wise words do fall on deaf ears. How sad!
We've made our bed, now we must lie in it. Such a deep truth, but so sad for us.
So well said, my friend.....sad truths.........it is hard to hold onto hope and yet, we must, for the sake of the young coming after us who are inheriting this mess.
(reposted to fix typo)
This week's challenge was cryptids...I think all the projected effects of "global" climate change are cryptids. We weren't freezing in nuclear winter by 1982; Miami wasn't underwater by 2005. People projected these things in the hope that imagining them would motivate others to stop wasting resources and overheating cities--local warming is real, for sure, and has killed many people.
All the bees aren't dead, although glyphosate and GMOs have killed several. Monarch butterflies aren't wintering in Tennessee, although their population is declining. The list goes on.
The appeal of these chimeras is understandable, though, as long as people who are shown how their greedy, lazy habits are overheating the cities keep saying "If I get too hot downtown I'll just drive up to the'burbs."
Some days I get up, see the outside thermometer showing 16 degrees Fahrenheit, hear the frozen sand along the road crunch underfoot as I walk to the cafe, then go in and read some wild-eyed Australian's post about "global warming." "Global" is a hoot so I hoot along with the deniers. Having a hot summer mates? Come up and chill with us--we still have plenty of ice and snow!
Then again, today, the day after that 16-degree morning, I walk to the cafe and find even a light shawl is too "warming" for comfort; a cotton shirt is warm enough. Hello, this is Virginia, this is January--something *is* out of line here. It's not "global," nor would it be fixed by a global dictatorship, and it may not even be man-made or dangerous all by itself...but local warming is a real problem.
Maybe if we all just documented what's happening *now* and detached from the projections, we could reach a consensus about how to reverse the damage we are doing to the environment.
Dear Priscilla, I didn't find your poem? But thanks for your comments.
Within a 7 day period, Toronto has experienced the extremes that winter can bringing to the Great Lake basin. With physical temperatures, dipping below -22 C, before adding on a wind chill and snow. Today's weather is rain shower, with a high of 6 C (that positive). A jump of 28 C, in a five day period.
Only thing missing, during this time perio,d is the Blizzard of '77. At one point over the last weekend, Environment Canada had the entire province of Ontario under a weather warning. Something, I have never seen, before and hope never to do so again. Political leaders like Donald Trump (US President) and Doug Ford (Ontario Premier) think that the environment is a tool that can be used, without any thought of repercussion for future cost.
Ah, yes the beds we make to lie on. Polar bears dying. Ice caps melting. Etc. Yet we are here as stewards. We have the answers. We need to think deeply and apply the healing to our planet
Happy you dropped by my blog Annell
Muchđź’–love
Full of wisdom and beautifully written Annell!
Well written Love we lie in our soiled beds So true and so sad and I love the blank stares as that how many people are feeling but there is always hope It is not too late yet
I agree that ‘Wise words fall on deaf ears’ but we can keep trying with written words like yours, Annell. All those people who lie in soiled beds still have the chance to get up, clean them up and make them anew.
I'm going to guess there's a tipping point about climate change in the human heart where people start to act like they know the responsibility they share -- or enough people live in this register -- where politics and speech and consumption and suburbia just can't go on as individual freedoms. Not going to be a pretty time, but no one will be afforded the illusion that they can. Here's to the poems about that life, and the world it might keeps from destroying.
I love your shed poem!! So visual...so much contained in all those "sheds". I really like it and then of course the second. We have indeed made our bed and I hope those responsible get the ones with dirty sheets.
True words fall on deaf ears, we ignore warnings. Maybe because we think we can now go and pollute Mars, and leave the mess we've made behind.
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