Two weeks ago I flew into the heart of the Amazon again. Into a timeless jungle whose times have gone awry. Its waters depleted by a summer without end. Deep in the lands where Casement tread a hundred years ago witness to a murderous rubber system the indigenous inhabitants once more threatened by trade. The rains don’t come the sacred tobacco cannot grow and the solution we offer is to join a market in carbon credits. The earth is suffering. Deep in the jungle the elders commune with mother earth in the hope of saving us all. Will we vote for life or lower petrol prices for love or self. Lets see
"and the silence of black coffee held" -- there's a lot going on in this poem and it's very powerful, but man do I love this line due to its simplicity and rhythm and the placement of "held" at the end. I don't know the rules of what this positioning is in terms of grammar, but I love it.
In terms of the rest, it's the perfect counterpart to Katharine's part 1.
My blog tomorrow starts with expressing a feeling that finally came to me, with a wham!
"Our mother spanked us and sent us to bed without dinner." There. That was finally the feeling as I drove past the horror of Swannanoa's crushed buildings again and again. I'm not going to immunize myself to it. " I try at least weekly to talk about climate change.
Thank you so much for this wonderful stream. Creativity sparks my thinking, and I can share that with others.
Two weeks ago I flew into the heart of the Amazon again. Into a timeless jungle whose times have gone awry. Its waters depleted by a summer without end. Deep in the lands where Casement tread a hundred years ago witness to a murderous rubber system the indigenous inhabitants once more threatened by trade. The rains don’t come the sacred tobacco cannot grow and the solution we offer is to join a market in carbon credits. The earth is suffering. Deep in the jungle the elders commune with mother earth in the hope of saving us all. Will we vote for life or lower petrol prices for love or self. Lets see
well said.
I hope there is a way to change the current tide…
Fabulous, Brian!
Thank you!
These two poems (yesterday’s and today’s) are inhabiting my subterranean thinking and well as my present moments. Thankyou
Amy, that makes me happy to hear! I hope you enjoy the rest of the weeks as well…☀️
"and the silence of black coffee held" -- there's a lot going on in this poem and it's very powerful, but man do I love this line due to its simplicity and rhythm and the placement of "held" at the end. I don't know the rules of what this positioning is in terms of grammar, but I love it.
In terms of the rest, it's the perfect counterpart to Katharine's part 1.
"and she evaporates when touched by the sun"
and
"and answering in a day’s long downpour
when I only asked for an inch"
and
"we, the delta"
Superb, Brian.
Thanks Nathan. I don’t really know the rules either. Making it up as I go along!
My fav line is the evaporation line too…it’s meant to be a risky recognition, that we are made of her and she evaporated…poof.
Excellent!!
Nathan, you comment beautifully.
Thanks for being such an attentive reader.🌱
Quite welcome. Thank you for the wonderful writing from you both.
My blog tomorrow starts with expressing a feeling that finally came to me, with a wham!
"Our mother spanked us and sent us to bed without dinner." There. That was finally the feeling as I drove past the horror of Swannanoa's crushed buildings again and again. I'm not going to immunize myself to it. " I try at least weekly to talk about climate change.
Thank you so much for this wonderful stream. Creativity sparks my thinking, and I can share that with others.
Thanks for being here. It sounds like you were personally impacted…so so difficult.❤️