Clayoquot Sound
Looking at my row of books,
my small, gathered treasures,
I wonder when the tsunami will come
and wash it all away.
The whales, the wolves,
the birds, the bears,
all know it’s coming.
Shall I send the things
I most want saved away?
Or dare I hope that all of this
dear landscape that I love
will stay?
For Kerry’s prompt at Real Toads: to write a poem in
twelve lines or less about the topic that sparks one’s muse the most. Climate crisis
is never far from my thoughts and, thus, my poems.
Oh, is anywhere safe from nature? I so understand this.
ReplyDeleteAll I can say Sherry is, YES!!!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/cave-of-knowing/
Nothing is safe if we keep on this path of destruction... when will we realize???
ReplyDeleteSomehow i think the coastlines will be eaten away inch by inch so that no one really notices the difference until it is too late.
ReplyDeleteDid you read the "Big Yellow Taxi" lyrics uet?
ReplyDelete(If this is literal you'd best find a friend on a hill to store what you aren't reading or storing)
"They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got til its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees ..."
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I seriously hope mankind isn't too late to save the planet.❤️
ReplyDeleteRather than merely hope, I think we'd better pray!
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