From symphonies of sorting, to reflections in a sea of plastic, to recycled treasures of love letters to Mother Earth, the dance of three arrows and waste to wonder of earth's recycled voices, eight poets penned their inner creativity with insightful compositions, their thoughts of recycling and environmental conservation.
OCEAN'S CRY
Oh, blue body of life, Azure, royal blue, turquoise, teal,
Color my life in blues, uplifting strife
From the midst of man's fall. Real,
Real in his prolific dumping of garbage in its depths, insouciant of consequences
On marine life, slowly disappearing into a cage
of fishing nets, plastic bags, oil spills, defaces
Defaces reefs, shores, schools of fish,
Extinguishing crustacean habitats,
Underwater algae beds where fish,
Multicolored of varying shapes and sizes
Sizes that help propel the flourishing
Ecosystems beneath man's watchful
eye who's still looking for expanding,
conquering territories for boastful
Boastful insecurities need to be
bolstered by their flashy vanity
Showing off their possessions, a creed
of avarice, capitalism, duplicity
Duplicity in dealing justly, meticulously
Working in protecting assets vanishing
Existence, as man only knows how to fully
Siphon resources without a care of destroying
Destroying access to them in a furor
of greed that' s only surpassed by
Pride's cataclysmic need to conquer
the unknown by debasing it as simple opposition, binary.
© MALAK KALMONI CHEHAB
Canada ***** EARTH'S DESTRUCTION
Tampering with nature's plans
Who do we think we are
Altering the world and its land
Just for the sake of our cars
Polluting the oceans and rivers
With all our toxic waste
Dumping without thinking
Causing chaos in our haste
Cutting down the forests
Making animal species extinct
What on earth are we doing
It's time to stop and think
It's time to save the planet
To help mother earth bloom
Time is of the essence
Do something to help soon.
© DONNA McCABE
UK
******
DANCE OF THE THREE ARROWS
motion finding itself in return:
three arrows, bent
at perfect thirds, chasing
their own tails, a continuum
of becoming and becoming again -
the way water rises
to cloud, falls to river,
returns to sea: no beginning,
no center holding. How
the world persists
in cycles, not cycles but spirals
that almost touch their origins.
See how matter
refuses conclusion,
transforms instead -
plastic bottles becoming jackets,
paper becoming paper again,
metal melting to take
new shapes: nothing
is ever truly gone, only
rearranged, redistributed
across this great economy
of molecules. The green arrows
turn and turn, inexhaustible,
like the first morning
spinning out of chaos,
like thought flowing back
into itself, reconsidering
What systems we devise
to imitate the earth's
patient recomposing:
death into life into death,
and in this dance
of the three arrows
we find not perfect circles
but the honest progression
of matter learning
to save itself
from our brief, wasteful
hands.
© CONCETTA PIPIA
U.S.
*****
GOGYOSHI: "LIFE DROWNED IN THE SEA OF PLASTIC"
Intrinsic nature of life is elastic
Forcefully it is made plastic
To cap it all, it's drowned in the sea of plastic
Stifled it, giving reflective calls to Humanity
Discard plasticity, embrace elasticity!
© SUBHASHCHANDRA ADHAV
India
*****
RECYCLED TREASURES: A LOVE LETTER TO MOTHER EARTH
Dear Mother Earth,
As I sit down on your humble lap of fragile love to write this, I'm overwhelmed with hues of gratitude from the rainbow you provided and your love to protect me in your hug by providing food, shelter and water. As words can never express just how much you mean to me, and how thankful I am for all you've done, I am trying to follow the path you showed us by safeguarding your treasures, wholeheartedly.
Mother, I have stopped wastage of water by recycling it through my garden. Even the organic waste has become manure for my plants. I want to treasure the water by sharing with everyone. I don't want to buy a car or even a scooter as I'll be adding extra pollution and there's wastage of petrol. I want to treasure the beauty of earth from earthquakes or landslides. I don't want to buy extra clothes, books of any accessories, unless really necessary. We want to treasure the plants and trees with animals.
I hate to see even a minute part of the earth turning into a dump yard and so I avoid buying new machines, mobile or TV. If I don't need one, our friendly security guard takes it happily. I cherish his happiness as a bonus.
Mother, many people are turning into vegetarians and even vegans. You'll be fortunate to see all your living beings living peacefully without fear of getting hurt or killed. The valuable living beings will be treasured for helping farmers with manures! Very soon, we'll treasure you by not greedily digging earth for petrol and diesel, as we started to depend on solar power.
Good news! Ugly monster of humankind, the plastic, is also being recycled! As your daughter, I'll treasure you in my own humble way, meekly. You are my rock, my hero, and a guiding light through ups and downs. Please bless me to treasure your treasure trove by recycling wherever, whenever possible. If you suffer, we'll suffer, humankind will suffer! As a Mother Earth, please, please teach everyone about recycling the natural wealth through your love and care. Our family of the world wouldn't be where we are today without all the sacrifices you've made by tolerating our greedy, selfish and cruel nature!
Thanks for always helping me to remember what's important in life...and today, it's you, Mother Earth.
©SONAL RAO
India
*****
RECYCLING DAY: FROM WASTE TO WONDER
TO MOTHER EARTH
In factory
I will REDUCE
Reduce emissions by solar
Handcuffing pollution.
In landfill
I will RECYCLE
Recycle waste materials
To use for agriculture.
In house
I will REUSE
Reuse clothes into wash rags
To save cost.
In garage
I will REPAIR
Repair broken electronics
To extend lifespan.
In constitution
I will RETHINK
Rethink of a green policy
To combat ecocide.
© NYOK M. MARENG
Sudan
*****
A LOVE LETTER TO MOTHER EARTH
Thy deep forest cradles me in its bosom
I close my eyes in sacred stillness
While a hundred little robins huddle by
Chirpin' sweetly
In notes of ne'er forgotten lullabies.
Thy beaches span towards the horizon
To meet the clouds
Kissing the majestic skies
Ahh...let me roll against the sands
'Til I breathe no more.
'Til I close these eyes.
Thy bright sun glares in dawn break
Thy owl moon watches the weary night
Thy million stars over my head
Delightfully dot the grey skies.
Thy pinkish tangerine canvas, the Sunset,
Turns into a purplish blaze that is
Magnificently perched over the hills now
Yet gently, so gently away
Slips stealthily into the night.
Please don't stop loving me
My Mother Earth
Thy immense love Thou has
Is mine forever.
Ever grateful eternally
For cradling me in your arms.
© MARIA EVELYN QUILLA SOLETA
Philippines
*****
THE SYMPHONY OF SORTING
The symphony of sorting
comes from the choice of selecting
whether we love mother earth
who has a special say in our birth
We should be willing to choose
recycled paper and recycled books
making choices of walking near distance
which will help pollution to reduce
We should choose to use cloth bags
and completely avoid plastic
for marketing and daily use
we have a choice to sort and choose
Mother Earth is getting destroyed
with every passing day, we should make a choice
to live with the symphony of nature
completely stop nature's torture!
© ANU BUDHRANI
India
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