“…the care of the earth is our most ancient and most worthy and, after all, our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it, and to foster its renewal, is our only legitimate hope.” The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays, Wendell Berry [recommended]
Monsters rose from scenes gone by
And things once green lie down and die
While hoary sighs from glaciers stream
Mountains shiver in warming steam
Bays, gulfs and oceans wealth abort
As oil spills spew, smother and thwart
And man leaves earth in sad deface
His husbandry a vast disgrace
Note: I generally dislike rhymed poetry and don’t particularly care for this. No idea why it came out this way but it does say what I want it to say. Please always feel free to respond in your own way and style to prompts. If you like rhyming poems, go for it.
© 2016, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes, All right reserved
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
I’ve had some requests for more prompts on environmental issues. So, as we dig into the new year and kick-off with the first prompt of 2019, I pulled this poem originally published 2016 (though I actually think I wrote it after the 2010 Deep Water Horizon Oil Spill) to get us going. The theme is simply “Environment.” You may address it from whatever perspective you choose. We’ll leave it pretty broad this week and see where Spirit moves us.
Share your poem/s on theme in the comments section below or leave a link to it/them.
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Deadline: Monday, January 21st by 8 p.m. Pacific.
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ABOUT
Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. I currently run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded. I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers. My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s Porch, Vita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation Press, The Bar None Group, Salamander Cove, Second Light, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Meta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman. My poetry was recently read by Northern California actor Richard Lingua for Poetry Woodshed, Belfast Community Radio. I was featured in a lengthy interview on the Creative Nexus Radio Show where I was dubbed “Poetry Champion.”
The BeZine: Waging the Peace, An Interfaith Exploration featuring Fr. Daniel Sormani, Rev. Benjamin Meyers, and the Venerable Bhikkhu Bodhi among others
“What if our religion was each other. If our practice was our life. If prayer, our words. What if the temple was the Earth. If forests were our church. If holy water–the rivers, lakes, and ocean. What if meditation was our relationships. If the teacher was life. If wisdom was self-knowledge. If love was the center of our being.” Ganga White, teacher and exponent of Yoga and founder of White Lotus, a Yoga center and retreat house in Santa Barbara, CA
“Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.” Lucille Clifton
Good morning, Jamie! Here is my response to your prompt this week. I hope it meets the high level set by the other contributors this week.
https://iidorun.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/prelude-to-destruction-a-haibun/
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https://poeticoceans.wordpress.com/2019/01/20/for-the-poet-by-day-wednesday-writing-prompt-2019-%
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Happy New Year!
Global Harming
we’re crossing the desert in sandals
across new Antarctica
camels follow with our packs
it feels like southern Florida
before the ocean rose and drowned
the people near the shore
and then receded sixty miles
creating quite a lore
to be recited by old timers
beginning with remember when
there was water in these here parts
now there’s sand up to our shins
we’d swim and fish—those were the days
they’d tell the children listening
to magical times when people were wet
coming from deep water glistening
It’s just a fairy tale, we know
the children refuse to believe it
like so many of us long ago
hearing the global warning bit
slow but sure the changes came
spring slush replaced the snow
low temps in seventies everywhere
and gale winds would always blow
but we were brave and kept our cars
kept digging for petroleum
concern belonged to the next generation
never mind the panic symposium
so here we are just like they said
dry and hot as old Florida
in our sandals with our camels
crossing the new Antarctica.
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Hi Jamie, I wrote this one some time ago and hoped I hadn’t shared it with you previously!
Gayle xo
Seaward
I hear your voices
calling from your home
in the aquatic depths,
where seas undulate
in constant motion
steered by the moon.
My soul dives and
spins within your
hearts. I merge
in your silence
and rejoice in
the gift
that is the ocean.
O Wise Whale
your tears mix
with countless
others as you
survey the
destruction of
your briny birthplace.
O Great Reef
dwelling place
and protector
for so many,
your quiet
decline has not
gone unnoticed.
Stars gaze with
compassion and
patience hoping
that something
will shift and turn
the tides.
Gales whip along
the waves, pick up
the disquiet and
carry it to shore.
The Trees shudder
and the news
ricochets off the
mountains and
circles the globe.
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A Lullaby of Fear
Oh, Mother Earth,
The children cried,
Please stay to hear
our lullaby.
Oh, Mother Earth
Think not
that they
decry your hopes,
Your loves
and dreams,
For they are
But a pawn
And die from
Greater things,
“like why the sea
Is boiling hot
And whether pigs
have wings”
The sky
is fraught with
other things,
guns are bought
And red would bring,
The joyless sound
Of endless things
To end our days
Of everything.
Oh My dear
It is quite clear,
Why you should hear
The child’s cry,
“a lullaby of fear”.
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Yes – as a mother, these fears ring true for the world our children will inherit. Well articulated. Thank you!
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Thankyou for you kind words. I’ve just now seen your comment. Bell had others things than my internet connection on their mind. On my Blog I included the title song from BLESS THE BEASTS AND THE CHILDREN. A very haunting song and I highly recommend the book. by Glendon Swarthout.
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Thank you! I will check that out!
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Please do. The book is amazing and the title song melts my heart. I have it on my Bless The Beasts and the children blogpage
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Thank you 🙂
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my third response:
A Mobile
is in the shape
of small graves
for children
who mine the precious
metal inside
that make it work
and I look
Into the screen
to stay connected
but do not see
their gritted lives
as they haul
the valuable
out of the hole
and the world
has never been
so connected
by the small grave
I carry in my pocket.
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Heartbreaking in its truth. We often don’t realize the true cost of conveniences. Beautiful write.
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Thankyou iidorun
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Hi Jamie,
My second response:
This Brash and Burn
1. To Burn Brash
Sat back barked.
Small insects crawl
down tree stretched above
inhabit hair
worn gloves
bruised brashed branches
Breathe wet peat,
damp soil, leaf decay,
autumn dead leaf dance,
spring bluebell wend
summer sacred stainglass
canopy sunshaft play
winter heavesnow clear paths
Sat back barked
canopy leaf horizon
floats shimmers
Calm
2. Our Wombwell Boxed
Lift small boxes wooden lid smell
broadleaved woodland
before rail/road
Press plastic button hear
Skylarks, Meadow Pipits, Woodpeckers,
before rail/road.
Press plastic button watch
Videowalk ancient Beech, Oak, Birch
before rail/road.
Electronic ringtone.
We would like to advise all visitors
The museum is closing soon.
Please exit through main door.
We hope you have enjoyed your visit.
Please come again.
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my first response
Plastic
“Do you want a carrier bag, sir?”
“I friggin don’t. Clog up the seas
with plastic all over. Even in fishes,
birds and what not. It’s all our fault.
Even down to microscopic. Seeps
Into food we eat I bet. Plastic folk
poisoning friggin world we live in.
No, I’ve got my own bags thankyou.
I won’t be one that kills the friggin world.
Here can you put them in here, lad?”
From my new collection”Please Take Change”, Cyberwit.net, 2018
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suss stain
suss: perceive
stain: a blemish
rape: maliciously thieve
muck: a substance phlegmish
a nest befouled
unauked unowled
undodoed just a smidgen
unpassengered of pigeon
we suss the stain but soon make more
and drop the stools of detriment
and sculpt and knob the hellgate door
with manufactured excrement
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This poem is brilliant!! I love the wordplay and the rhythm and sounds created when it is read aloud. Very well done!
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Thank you!! So glad it connected with you!
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FALSE LIGHT
The moon scatters the light it has stolen
out of vanity, cycling round us in
its futile effulgence. Earthworms harvest
the autumn’s leaves, enriching the crust, thin
below the dwindling branches where we sit
and watch the axes hew the trunk and slash.
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.this arid land.
water flows down this valley. wind blows
round our houses.i have said it before.yet
seems that those who should know better,
talk of gods, may judge the people .
live in remote places.
between mountain, sea. the land becomes
dry.
this arid land.
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.seeds for the future.
have you collected seeds of many years packed labelled dated
do you have them now in boxes
a gift from those who love
they will bring work joy an independent air
profound gifts
for those who care
have you
leaned by the window cold
thought that if snow falls it may land
if trees grow it may be up
if we all plant seeds they may be food
kindness
deserves praise yet should come as natural
there may be too many additives these day
not enough honesty grown
she said i should have something new in the greenhouse.
i have
i said, and thought of you
who
planted the seeds
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.Earth 8211.
he asked me what i missed, i told him.
he suggests we look after the environment.
eat carefully, mind our ways.
i will.
these are the falling days.
sbm.
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Thanks Jamie
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