Warm Waters

Great barrier reef coral, bleached white, in warm waters
Plaster of paris gods, submerged at night, in warm waters.

North pole shifting, from Hudson Bay to British Isles
Sea level rise, causing drift in axis so slight, in warm waters.

Monsoon season lingers longer on the tea terraces,
Will my tea be beneficent, as afternoon delight, in warm waters?

Early heat waves put vulnerable millions at risk, each year
Future forward without gaining foresight, in warm waters?

Console people fleeing shifts in seasons, sinking land?  By
building walls and asking them to sit tight in warm waters?

Two locavores dining vegan, soft din of conversation, clinking
of silverware and quietude of moonlight, in warm waters.

Isis floods the river Nile, sheds tears for her beloved, and
resurrects dead Osiris, disguised as diving kite, in warm waters.

 

Notes: Day 22 of NaPoWriMo 2016.  Earth Day.  The prompt was to write a poem in honor of Earth Day.  I ended up writing a ghazal , similar to last year.  This time, though, instead of primarily Portland inspired lines, I used headlines (listed below) to write the couplets.

Great Barrier Reef coral bleaching

Plaster of Paris or Clay

North Pole Drifting towards British Isles

Climate change and agriculture

Brutal Head wave in India

The climate-change refugee crisis

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A Ghazal for Earth Day

Day 22 of NaPoWriMo.  Today is Earth Day, so the prompt was to write a “pastoral” poem.  I was leaning towards a particular idea, but ended up writing a ghazal, instead.

I remember the morning walk in the park this evening
Woodpecker is drilling the tree bark this evening.

Drive from work meanders across fescue grass fields, 
The blades sway, under gentle breeze, and arc this evening.

The brook on the trail is merrily babbling, as are the kids
in their neon-laces, that glow in the dark this evening.

Hyperbole and pandering is nothing new for politicians
But a Republicon must have jumped the shark this evening.

Sun prisms through the steeple’s stained glass windows
On fallow fields struts a streak horned lark this evening.

Columbia snakes against Rocky Butte and lush green canopy
’Mirage’ hopes this scene’s intact as we disembark this evening.

Notes:  All couplets with the exception of the fourth are nature related.  In a ghazal disjunctive ideas are perfectly fine, and I just couldn’t help but get that political dig in!  I mean how else can you use the expression jumped the shark.

All the couplets refer to local imagery.  In second couplet, for example, it is still common to see fields within the urban growth boundary.  The third couplet refers to the brook on the neighborhood trail.  The fourth couplet is specific to a church and fields on the edge of the urban-rural divide.  But, I cannot say I have really seen a streak horned lark – which is endangered and I am assuming rare to spot in Oregon and Washington, its habitat.  And the last couplet place reference is Portland airport which sits on the banks of the Columbia river.