Once again a day late. Since I found the challenge in the Found Poetry Review forced me to admit how poorly I understand that kind of ‘computerspeak,’ I turned again to NaPoWriMo.Net. Here’s the prompt from Gloria Gonsalves: Write a poem in honor of Earth Day, which led to two poems. The one below and on the page “For Readers”, click on “Read this to a child,” you will find a ditty for my grandson.
I wish I could save her, single-handed.
She’s so lovely, so delicate, at least what I perceive.
What lies beneath her skin, that’s more mystery
than I can master on a given day.
But give me this Earth day, not my daily bread,
just the guts to do something for her.
She’s aging; too many potions poison her,
scrape at her beauty in the name of booty.
Promises to honour what she alone provides forgotten,
now everything’s for profit, her nature forsaken, too.
She deserves better, but I don’t know what to do.
So shame-faced little me does gutless nothing.
Day 22: Earth Day poem challenge
Once again a day late. Since I found the challenge in the Found Poetry Review forced me to admit how poorly I understand that kind of ‘computerspeak,’ I turned again to NaPoWriMo.Net. Here’s the prompt from Gloria Gonsalves: Write a poem in honor of Earth Day, which led to two poems. The one below and on the page “For Readers”, click on “Read this to a child,” you will find a ditty for my grandson.
I wish I could save her, single-handed.
She’s so lovely, so delicate, at least what I perceive.
What lies beneath her skin, that’s more mystery
than I can master on a given day.
But give me this Earth day, not my daily bread,
just the guts to do something for her.
She’s aging; too many potions poison her,
scrape at her beauty in the name of booty.
Promises to honour what she alone provides forgotten,
now everything’s for profit, her nature forsaken, too.
She deserves better, but I don’t know what to do.
So shame-faced little me does gutless nothing.
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