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vixengrl

(2,686 posts)
Sun Mar 19, 2017, 12:30 AM Mar 2017

Falling Time

There the falling out of time with
nature's rhythm
disrupts: so
colder than early blossoms
deserve, or
wetter than man-made streets
need
we find changes
on a scale out of tempo
with our chorus,
singing the seasons too
early and too late.
The shake in the shale-bones
of bottom land
where mother's blood licked
the roots of grain
are an alarm
we ignore at our peril while
we ruffle
late-winter snow
from our hair.

Is it not cold?
What warmth warns us here?
While rivers run in the streets,
where droughts last
broke the branches of
careworn planning,
and fires suddenly know no season?

We are falling out of time,
soon to be out of time,
while shore-lands teem with
incidental floods and
unseemly days of shin-bearing warmth
are treated with smiles
not concern. A vacation from the
real--an abdication
from our stewardship.
A falling and a failing.
We deny even while
we know.

We teem with hand-waving denials.
No planting made by our hands yet
lies prepared in its germ
for the future our lack
of best-laid plans have made.
Where the pursers of politics boast of
the health of radiation,
and the growth of fruits made large
in the greenhouse
of our carbonate fetish,
how even do we speak
truth to dead-president-green power?
Can our artisanal megaphone
eclipse the
digitalized PA?
And despite knowing the
things we know,
would our hearers care to hear
the things we say?
And believe them with their hands and feet--
where the science
meets the paycheck,
and the ballot
meets the menu?

I can not say I know--
but catastrophe is written in frosty
feathers of ice on the peach blossoms, and
and in glyphosate and the paths of bees
and the cries of birds and
the ways of fishes in the northern seas.
And the ice shelf and the fault lines,
and the electorate
and your house and home.
You either hear nature
bloody red in denture and manicure,
or ignore.


But do that, and you've forgot
what our world was for
and all that came before,
and have signed off on
what you get from it
now at first--not so bad.

Then, evermore.

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Falling Time (Original Post) vixengrl Mar 2017 OP
There is no MFM008 Mar 2017 #1
I love fall. I was a September baby-- vixengrl Mar 2017 #2
I was born close to Halloween MFM008 Mar 2017 #3

vixengrl

(2,686 posts)
2. I love fall. I was a September baby--
Sun Mar 19, 2017, 01:15 AM
Mar 2017

and to me, the late summer-early fall time is the best. Warm enough to be active, but also cooling to where both outside and inside time is enhanced--playing football, but also having pie and hot chocolate. Leafing, but also enjoying the last of the summer grapes. Being warm in the daytime, but snuggling up like a bug in a rug at night. This poem was a lot about the denier in chief's assholery and that of the people he promotes and installs. They have a digitalized lying PA, but I want us folks who love nature to take back the narrative because frozen cherry blossoms and wrecked spring harvests and dying plovers and puffins and earthquakes in Oklahoma and floods in Florida and the Jersey shore shouldn't become a "new normal", but should stay a monstrosity that we only accidentally let wealthy folks aid and abet. Climate change is real, and seems to be happening faster than I think our life-necessity crops will adapt to. I feel more certain catastrophic/parasitic life forms will benefit. The maggot in chief I would like to see his several coastal golf resorts under water. Him also.

MFM008

(19,803 posts)
3. I was born close to Halloween
Sun Mar 19, 2017, 02:17 AM
Mar 2017

yes early fall is nicest.
I especially love a multicolored tree...red..orange, yellow, green...
PS:WE know climate change is real.
And yes I love to see him underwater with a 1000 pound weight around his ankle.....

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