Springtime Joys (May 28, 2019)

May’s final days

Feeling like

March and April

Never left.

Fall/winter clothes

Parade across town

In damp weather.

Dancing between raindrops

Nimble grace

Of a martial artist

Through katas.

Cursing passing vehicles

Gunning their motors

Through puddles

Without a pause.

Dirty water tsunamis

Swamp pedestrians.

Frustrated sighs

One response

Heading to work/home.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Environment Canada has issued its prediction of a wet summer for the

provinces of Ontario and Quebec, while western Canada is expected to have a hot and

dry summer, leading to more forest fires, for the region.

Selling Our Souls, For A Handful Of Coins (February 4, 2019)

Another cycle Has come and past As we await our salvation From ourselves. Depending Where one lives We're either frying Under extreme heat Like a plump sausage As Australia is. Or frozen solid Like bland tasteless tv dinners Brutally experienced  By most North Americans In the dyng moments Of January 2019. While we continue  To argue Seating arrangement. Our cruise ship sinks Ever deeper Into the deadly waters Of global warming. Elected governments Vaingloriously proclaim Their destructive intentions To the environment For a fast dollar Or two. In their shortsighted greed Appeasing financial And political supporters Whose bank accounts They now feed. Turning a willful blind eye To the physical evidence As various species Of plants and animals Become extinct. Some cases Overnight. What point Do we realize Our actions are Killing us Ever so slowly. Is it too late As the planetary lungs Are recklessly harvested For another hectare Of short-term pasture land. Else Latest slash and burn victim Feeding western society Growing dietary demands For plant-based foods. Knowing Once destroyed We can never replace These global lungs. Therisa © 2019

Price Unpaid (July 24, 2018)

Cancerous tumour

Growth visible

Consuming everything.

Once

Healthy green

From outer space

Transformed

Sickly diseased brown

Scarring the land.

Islands of floating waste

Litter the high seas

Washing ashore

With little consequences

For those responsible.

Very air

We breathe

Grotesque yellow haze

Physically taste and see

Once odourless and clear

Burning hydrocarbons

For heating and cooking.

Like the canary

In a coal mine

Various wildlife species

Dead and extinct

With global warming.

Destroying the lungs

Humanity's haste

For the perfect view

Wetlands become

Concrete-steel canyons.

Still

Culture of denial

Thrives and grows

Highest level

Willfully ignorant.

What price

Do we willingly pay

Destroying this planet

In our greed?

Remember

Extinction is forever.

Although

Planet will revive

With enough time

Without us.

Therisa © 2018

Author’s note: A poem for Poets United’s midweek motif writing prompt: wilderness.

Thursday morning thoughts (August 31, 2017)

Gray skies
Fills the morning view.

As if
Someone had forgotten
To tell Mother Nature
It's still summertime.

And not
Autumn.

Although
Next Tuesday
The kids go back
To school.

Are the falling tears
The raindrops
Of nature?

She sheds
Intermixed
With hope and lost
For the coming years.

Drowning us
In a seemingly endless deluge
A wall of water
That falls
Day after day.

Drenched
Like a colony
Of drowned rats
We crawl forward
Towards the tunnel
Of muted light.

Moving blindly
Into the muddle
We call
The future.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: My second new poem that I have written since July 1st.