My father, a farmer, was respectful of our earth's resources. Replenish what you take, he taught. But some of us consume without replacement as if the earth is infinite in its capacities.
When growth is exponential, we may not see its consequences before it is too late. (Have we already destroyed the balances of nature?) The following 8 x 8 syllable-square poem restates a oft-used math-textbook question -- and reminds us that little time may be left to solve environmental problems.
Showing posts with label environment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label environment. Show all posts
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Continuing Climate Concerns
Split This Rock, an activist confederation of poets concerned with vital human issues, has directed attention to environmental concerns by publishing my "Mitigation of Toxins" as their poem of the week for this final week in October; please follow the link and enjoy this poem and others their archive offers. ("Mitigation of Toxins" first appeared in Innisfree and also is included in my new collection, Red Has No Reason .)
In continued support of climate concerns--which seem to me often to fit a square-poem format -- here is "Arctic," a 5x5 square by poet Linda Benninghoff, author of six chapbook collections.
In continued support of climate concerns--which seem to me often to fit a square-poem format -- here is "Arctic," a 5x5 square by poet Linda Benninghoff, author of six chapbook collections.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Squares of Climate Concern
The square (with as many lines as syllables per line) is a poetry-form that has existed for centuries and is now enjoying a revival. Here are three small squares that come from my concerns for the precarious imbalances we humans have created within our natural environment.
There is no
place to throw
that's away.
There is no
place to throw
that's away.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
Poetry-application of The Fundamental Theorem of Arithmetic
Destructive effects of human greed and neglect on the earth's natural environment are echoed hauntingly in the repetitions within "We Are the Final Ones" -- a dirge-like poem I've constructed using the Fundamental Theorem of Arithmetic. (For those unfamiliar with the theorem, brief explanation is included in paragraphs that follow the poem):
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