Contents Might Cause Explosion

Day 25 NaPoWriMo 2018

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Open with care, the contents are under pressure, it might cause explosion
Shake the bubbly and uncork it, watch the fluid sprite caused explosion.

The seeming indifference, the spurning and the walking away in mock anger,
And then a quick stop, a head flick, and coy eyes ignite, cause explosion.

Comfort and privilege derived not from merit, but from lineage,
Keeping those back in the line from progressing, that slight will cause explosion.

The darkness blanketed forest is stirring from its deep slumber
The dense canopy pierced with the first rays, forest floor ignites and cause explosion.

In mind’s eye ‘Mirage’ is the name of the game, weaving counter narratives
Presenting a disjointed, incomplete life story as noble upon rewrite caused explosion.

The prompt for today is:

Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! (Mine definitely includes the statement: “Do Not Feed More Than Four Cookies Per Hour.”

Penned a ghazal following the prompt today.

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 Heat wave in India

The climate-change refugee crisis