Environment

For the UK’s National Poetry Day 2022

We withered brittle ozone, tantamount to crime
witnessed the long summers getting warmer over time
Staycations in fair England with seldom days of rain
the norm in post-pandemic swiftly then became

And no-one paused to wonder of the squander we had spent
callous the abandoning of our environment
as if we had we'd realise that reversal could become
something real with purpose if we acted all as one

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Bye bye Blackbird

Last spring the laurel hedge by my window was empty
No chirruping, calling, no rustling of glossy leaves
No fledglings edging off the nest onto twigs and then the adjacent fence
No wobbling and frantic flapping as parents patiently cajole
No triumphant flights to the Rose bushes
Only to tumble to the grass
As the chosen twig was too thin

Too hot, too hot

Like tracks in the snow
Little lives go
In our melting

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

Missing Owl

Woken by moonlight
Shafting through my curtains

Ghost Ocean

Waves throw up on the shore
remnants of ocean lives
tangles of plastic
debris from both sides
of a blurring boundary.
Revealing hints of the diversity underneath
and of the death we impose.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

 

Sunday in Spring

Two fields over, Rooks argue
a raucous parley that
goes on and on and on
while other birds sing prettily

The Light

 

If only

intelligence were a storm

I Come From A Place of Fireflies

I came from a place of fireflies,
where men were reasonable and tall,
Where people knew me by who my grandfather was, and his, and his.
Where farmers didn’t block views with trees,
To see at a glance from the kitchen window
How the corn was doing, the soybeans.

Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street- Poetry by Sofia Kioroglou

Upon first glance, Dionysiou Aeropagitou street
looks like any other cobbled pedestrianized plot
Flanked on one side by antique looking houses
bustling with life and music wafting from a roving cellist

#Haiku 70 (Triple): Beauty & Nature

Silent eloquence

In harmony with nature

Beauty surrounding

Ethereal Night

Ethereal Night

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The cool magenta evening beckons to me

Looking up, I gaze at a kaleidoscopic sky

I am humbled and awed by the immortality

In the immense, amazing universe up high

Summer Rain

Summer Rain

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Can you smell the summer rain

As it trickles, trickles, trickles down

Washing away the grime and stain

Appeasing the thirsty ground.

#Tanka:Awash

Awash in a sea

Tides roll to the distant shores

#Tanka: Scorching

Scorching summer sun

 

Throws shadows on hot pavement

Moon Kiss

Moon Kiss

-Linda Lee Lyberg

When the moon kisses the sea

The waters are peacefully still

And night becomes so bright.

Dead Horse

Better here to cease than the knackers yard
A wild hearted beast that lived fast and died hard.

Better to have fallen than led away to be rendered
To have died on the hoof than gone lame and surrendered.

Parch

Parch

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The sun bakes the land

Blinding,fierce,parching its path

London

Sirens. Busses. Polluted air

Millions of strangers, none of whom care.

 

Hard-faced ladies. Unloving boys

Dirt. Construction. Non-stop noise.

The Bottom-Line

© Photo by Linda Rose

Eyes only on the bottom-line,
we seek to build, but not refine.
For profit’s sake, we play with lives
with silicon brains, traces and wires.

LET ME OUT

The lights are buzzing, they’re really far too bright

The phones don’t stop ringing…this just isn’t right

 

I’m sipping cool tea from a plastic vending cup

There’s too much to do and I want to give up

Smokestack Hypnosis

Frothy foam floating atop steaming chemical vats
Boils, becoming warm white clouds
Climbing up cold concrete columns,
And billowing forth from icy smoke stacks.

THEN IT RAINED

By Wendy Norman

The sky was infinite
No limitations in sight
Brooding with grotesque labyrinths
Dark as an evil mans soul

Crowded Room

Source: Google Images

In a room of several people
There lies someone with no patience at all
She read the magazine, turning pages
Mumble and mumble til ages

The Narrative of the Earth’s Revenge

“Why do you allow a hateful and ignorant creation to desecrate my soil?”

“Though most of man is evil, a small group holds unto truth.”

“But why let them commit such evils and walk free?”

“They do not walk for long and their youth is limited.”

“Let me have my vengeance upon man.”

“So you shall have it so. For when their phase is done”

Snow

soft
squishy
oh so mushy

blue
fingers
red
nose
oh so cold