There’s some good ideas in this sequence, but the execution is all over the shop, plus there’s not nearly enough poetic flow. That’s the disadvantage of not writing your poetry in one hit and editing on the fly. This will be the last time that happens, as I’m determined to up the quality of outputted content here overall in the months that follow.
Starting next week, we’ll be doing things differently, but I feel it’s important to have this stuff up and online to remind myself that there is always room for improvement, and when you produce work at the level I’m currently churning stuff out, there will be variance.
Early morning heat haze shimmers,
too hot already for breakfast.
Green and pleasant land buckles,
warping: thank you, global warming.
Consequences of our actions
expirated, child’s discomfort.
Each day, all more apparent
Earth’s verdant fruits, diminishing.
Under protective skies that may
soon refuse co-operation:
Mother Nature, pressurised
no longer capable saviour.
Accept our blame for destruction,
clean up this mess we’ve made, before
damage done, irreversible.
The fault, humanity’s: shoulder,
alter trajectory to
salvage future for all mankind.