Why I Wrote This Poetry Series
For this poetry series, I wanted to mainly focus on 3 perspectives of what is going to happen if we continue down an unsustainable route. I also wanted to touch on some imagery and thoughts that I think work cohesively together in order to shed light on how a lack of sustainability can affect various elements of our lives. Ultimately, displaying how sustainable development is necessary for our environment and our future lives/future generations.
Industrial
A moment passes
Time grips on her neck,
Forcing her steady
within the green fog and
The smell of burning rubber.
Choking on the lack of flora and clean water.
There is no more room for buildings as high as stars,
Oil rigs and
pumping gas into cars.
Seconds and chances always given
to the corporations of
burning forests
and soiling oceans.
The passing of time ticks by,
suffocating her through polluted air
on a mission to create a doomed new childhood
For flowerless children
Who will bloom
Into the smog and sight of our industrial world.
Naturalism:
In a healthy climate
trees change from
green to yellow
There is a tranquilizing breeze
brushing over her shoulders
and through her hair
She can breathe
No despair.
There is love within her for
naturalistic beauty,
life left untouched by man
empty fields and tall grass,
clear blue water,
and land without ash.
The sky is left brighter,
a sparkling azure.
The alluring backdrop for deep forests of green
a metamorphosis of toned colour
cool to warm
sage to amber
Illuminating the inherent natural beauty
of a picturesque life.
Familial:
Mother earth sacrifices herself
Like a woman bearing her
First child.
She changes seasons from winter
To spring
For daisies to bloom
And mothers to sing
lullabies
to the unborn generation
of our overdue cleanup and
neglected promises.
Smog-filled lungs
And unbearable temperatures
come from The Mother’s
Sickness
An illness to
accompany the treetops
That are no longer luscious,
No longer rustle
The thought of eventual colorless fields
A seemingly permanent death
No hope for the rebirth
come spring
Without vibrant nature
We know its gone too far
For there are now mothers that
Cannot bear the pain
of birthing flowerless flower children
and holding onto seasons that no longer change.
