A PLEA
The month of May not being known here
for such a rumpled drifting rain-filled sky,
my dreams are for Aladidin’s lamp
to rub to banish cloud and wind,
vanish them and send them
to a land that needs the water.
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The man who wields the clumsy axe
that fells the trees of tropic forests,
shatters the balance of life.
Stop. Listen.
It’s you who makes this crazy turnabout of climate,
causes famine on dustbowl wasteland far away.
Your name if I could find it
would be forever reviled.
Instead of destroying everything
why can’t you settle for what you have?
My somewhat confused Wordle will need some editing, I fear, before it really says what I mean! I’m sure there will be some worthier wordles over at Brenda’s Sunday Whirl
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I love the second poem and think you should post it on its own and I will share it on facebook. 🙂 Sally
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I think we get the message, Viv 🙂
I must admit it was a disappointment to come back to UK weather after the balmy temps in Southern Poland. Better is promised for next week, I believe.
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Weather shifts are so confusing. All winter in Reno they had above average temps and drought. So we come home and the next day it’s below freezing, hail and a few snow flakes…just enough to make the dust on the windows really yucky. Oh joy. And we take what life gives us, heh?
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Viv, I understand your poem perfectly. Very well said.
Love,
Pamela
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no one is happy with what he or she has and that is the problem….i like how you close the poem…
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Consider it a promising first draft and improve it from there. That’s all any of our poems are after all. You’ll have it saying what you want in no time, Viv.
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Your words have power Viv. And they are being heard and shared. We are destroying our world and those responsible don’t care enough to stop. But, that doesn’t mean that we should stop saying the things that need to be said.
Elizabeth
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Wow…this is powerful, Viv both parts stand so poignantly apart and yet are related on a level personal…well wordled!
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This is a wonderful plea without a trace of confusion as far as I can see.
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The plea in your first stanza is lovely, Viv. I fear for Earth. Humans have not been kind to her.
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You have created perfect sense out of that jumble!
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AMEN!
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Perhaps it is us? Not some unknown person?
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So simply said, so true.
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Clumsy axes (and clumsy axe-wielders) certainly do a lot of damage in our world. It all boils down to greed, as you point out.
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Most fairy stories translate into life..in every tale there is a villain..if we can name them they are harder to defeat..maybe that applies in real life too
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If only it was that easy. Many countries abusing their resources do so because of international pressure and global demand. 1st world nations still have a lot to answer for.
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Yes, I agree – it’s much more complicated than I could squeeze into the poem. The global demand for “stuff” needs damping down, and other ways need to be found to help the developing countries. Big Business not just 1st world nations, need to get off the gravy train and DO BETTER.
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I wouldn’t put myself down like that if I had created such a powerful and poignant poem as this… The point that we are destroying our own planet can never be made too many times, and it definitely can’t be said too often in words as powerful as these!
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Thank you CC. Powerful words come from powerful feelings.
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