Overpopulation

I consider this a nature poem, though it is slightly political

Where are the trees, my dear friends,

     our glowing cities all veiled with fog afire

The sun has left his twin below him,

     in the water of the bay, melting steel bridges in our dreams

 

Smoke, spice, and silence have crept in here

     tea and dry old novels full stories

Child prods the sleeping bear, vision wobbles in the heat

     myths full of glories

 

Thrumming rhythm we soon shall feel,

     chasing our hearts on giant, tumbling wheels

Little wingèd beings flying high and bold

     Remind me that the world is made of stuff old and strong

 

Enough to bear the weight of this desperate throng.

Reviews

[Carlee]

I adore this so much! I think about our growing population and what we're destroying in the process of expanding. If you ever go to Brooklyn, or a city like it, as you're leaving or just on the outskirts look out above the buildings and you can -see- a huge disgusting, foreboding, blanket of black smog and it is absolutely disgusting. I also think that we're forgetting important old traditions in knowledge in the process of time. Sorry for the tangent!

[Dressed in Poetry]

I see your environmentalist side coming out here (although it's not so much a "side" with you as your entire being, but oh well), and of course I love the way you put politics into it. I actually read your note after I read the poem, and I had seen the political aspect in it. I like the last two lines (the couplet) especially.