Climate Change Conundrum

At this week’s meeting of the Evergreen Writers Group, we conducted a small internal workshop led by Maida Follini, one of our members. The topic was poetry writing, something I know almost nothing about. For me, poetry is all about conciseness, the ability to say something in few words. I often get rather wordy in my prose writing, so stopping and saying to myself think poetry helps me pare down the wordy crap.

We were asked as part of this little workshop to write small poems. I took the opportunity to describe my thoughts on climate change and why it seems like an impossible problem, one that defies solution. I don’t know if my few words are a poem, I think not, but they do concisely express my thoughts on the climate change conundrum.

The opinions expressed here represent my basic premise as I’ve tried to write The Road to Environmental Armageddon. That project is unfinished, the manuscript growing like a cancer, currently in excess of 120,000 words, so a tad longer than my 50 word non-poem.

So, here it is. Most of the group members seemed to think it was a poem (they were all very polite – no one suggested it was a terrible poem), but I remain unconvinced.

Climate Change

Temperatures rose, sea level too.

Melting glaciers flooded more land.

Some struggled to reduce emissions.

Others shrugged, undaunted by growing evidence

Of fires, floods, and environmental chaos.

 

Politicians dithered, totally impotent.

 

Humanity stood starring at the abyss,

Desperate for saviours, but none appeared.

Look to yourselves, a tiny voice said.

 

I could easily restructure this and turn it into a short bit of prose.

Temperatures rose, sea level too as melting glaciers flooded more land. Some struggled to reduce emissions. Others shrugged, undaunted by growing evidence of fires, floods, and environmental chaos.

Politicians dithered, totally impotent.

Humanity stood starring at the abyss, desperate for saviours, but none appeared. Look to yourselves, a tiny voice said.

As I said at the beginning, I don’t understand poetry. Sorry Maida, despite your valiant efforts, I still don’t get it.

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