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exhausted, I sleep
in the warmth of my bed
but, soon my world swirls around in my head
no sign of life, driving
along a barren field
alone in the darkness, I hold my totem shield
In this realm, no car can travel; here I must hoof
rooted sentinels guard a world with no roofs
listening to the lost songs of nature's lullaby
the once luminous moon,
dims in a dark sky
a swarm of crows circle above in the distance
our earthly haven is in need of assistance
I wonder in which world do I truly belong
my heart grieves, how to fix all these wrongs
I see waters filled with mud of another kind
have our worldly leaders lost their minds
are we walking on the cusp of our extinction
how can we escape the curse of our affliction
I stand under the boughs of a weeping willow
my tears falling along the slopes of my pillow
tell me, when will our consciousness awaken
are we entering an era of the lost and forsaken
Someone tell me, how do we change this path
darkness hovers, can we escape our own wrath
At this point, I am trying to figure out how to start a movement of letters and emails to governments at every level, by the people, everywhere insisting the climate crisis be addressed. It would take millions of voices raised to put enough pressure on..........have just become aware of One Million Women (they're on facebook - will see what they have going on.........your poem is wonderful. I share all your feelings and concerns. Action is required and since legislators are not stepping up, somehow we have to either make them, or unseat them. Sigh. A big battle for a tired old woman. But I cant think of anything else I can do, other than the small steps I already take.
ReplyDeleteSherry, I know you have been active in trying to make a change. Your eyes are open. I think we need to vote in leaders of change. So many are in denial about climate issues. I keep hearing this is nothing new, weather comes in cycles. It makes me want to scream.
DeleteYes, voting for climate aware leaders is ESSENTIAL. Even Truedeau, who talks a good game, is still in the economy first mindset, pushing pipelines. We have to vote in the right people, and meanwhile try to educate the ones in office. Impossible in some cases, needless to say.
DeleteEvil triumphs when good people do nothing. There are good people trying though.
ReplyDeleteThat had a beautiful rhyming rhythm to it.
Hi Alex, I agree there are good people trying to do their part to make our world a better place to live.
DeleteWe must cling to hope...
"our earthly haven is in need of assistance"---The word 'our' is so important a word here to think this world as one's own. Very few do that. Sigh. A beautiful poem.
DeleteThe helplessness that many feel is palpable - it's hard to understand why there is no action.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it can sure be overwhelming, especially with all the idiots out there. Best we can do is keep trying little by little and hope it gets enough that something sticks and tosses these a-holes aside.
ReplyDeleteDespair of our plight is something erasing -- it's almost suicidal -- anyone who looks for long at the present environmental collapse feels it and must deal with it or be dealt on its heaping pile behind. But I do believe what Wendell Berry said, its hardship is it possibility. And posting this at earthweal allows other poets to help carry that despair. Dunno whether there's enough strength by so doing to change the world, but there's enough to move the despair forward, and keep working, naming, calling out, praising, loving, etc. Hope you keep coming back.
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I think there is a bit of hope, something new happens. The Australian situation is devastating. And the senseless killing of the general, which will have the world up in flames. Nice to read your work, Truedessa. May your dreams NOT come true in this case.
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a wonderful sing-song cadence, easy to read and read out loud. Our best hope is the ballot box. We need elected leaders who are climate activists. But it'll be hard to fight the monied interests of the polluters.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words. So beautiful and so painfully true. It scares me that so much is happening and still, so many are in denial and refuse to see the truth. We can ALL help, little by little to try and make a change. We can ALL help by voting. We can ALL help by praying for our broken Earth and our broken country.
ReplyDeleteIf only there were answers! I have some, to some of your questions, in the form of opinions – they are not positive. Perhaps we'll come through it all, and in the future look back and wonder at our present pessimism ... perhaps.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. It so sums up my feelings.
ReplyDeleteYour poem truly resonated with me, Truedessa. I have to believe that we will stumble through somehow, for the sake of all the beautiful young people in our world. Some days I feel hopeful, and others I feel discouraged and scared. But if we give up trying, there is no hope. As Yvonne above said, we can all make changes in our lives, vote, and pray.
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