Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Climate Change

The sun refused to rise.
The tide's been out all night.
The beach is dry as desert,
and it's raining in Dubai.
I'd start a pot of coffee,
but I'm not sure of the time
or the season

in this new Eden

of unnamed animals.

For Midweek Motif~Climate at Poets United

15 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Better get busy naming them!

Kerry O'Connor said...

You bring to light the untold signs of the times... Some would prefer to ignore, some just don't care, others embrace being blind.

Sioux said...

A bit ethereal... which is the best I can describe it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh wow, a time without seasons, animals without names............you always get your point across with such strength.

Susan said...

Wow! Even the climate has no name. Monstrous.

Matthew Henningsen said...

I too love how things are unnamed. This actually seems freeing somehow. Like things are set free from words.

Truedessa said...

Could this be a new Eden? Who's is to say with the climate change and hybrid animals.

kaykuala said...

Looks like the plate is full to unravel lots of matters unaccounted for. Rightly so MZ!


Hank

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

No, we can't be sure any more.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Stark and complete. I'd like it to end on Eden. And I'm glad I don't live on the coast or have property there to bequeath to children.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Excellent take on the prompt :)

Jae Rose said...

The subtlety and humour resound - making the message loud, clear and very clever - a superb poem

Margaret said...

You always weave amazing images and thought processes with your words. Love this.

Carrie Van Horn said...

A new Eden indeed.....a brilliant take on the prompt Mama Zen!!

Sara McNulty said...

Your point is well taken, and done with wit.