Climate
New Delhi
smog
smog
smog
man-made fog
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
cars that weep
The rise of a new sun
the rise
of a new sun
at the break
of dawn
tries to squeeze light
through
my eyelids drawn
I try to resist
and turn
the other cheek
but I’m not ready yet,
I’m still
too weak
Our demise
a dark descend
there is only fear
yet forgiveness
my dear friend
I pray
and put to rest
the beginning
of our end
Oh spring
oh spring
with your colourful splendor
so vivid
a canvas full of
natural hues
so tender
an annual reprise
every time
you overwhelm me
and take me
by surprise
Waiting in the wet
a woman
in the wet
weather
waiting
for a whistleblower
being watched
through a wagon window
by wondering
wandering eyes
why not…
photographer: George Natsioulis
Telephone 📞
often left
hanging
alone
wired
to a box
you used to listen to
many hellos
laughter
sadness
lies
and frequent goodbyes
whilst swallowing
coins
for money
used
and put down
you life saver
a sacRED shelter
in every other street
in town
~image by Simon Gradwell
All living things
all livings things
want to live
by law of nature
and what it offers
all living things
Reigns of sunshine
always here
always there
with sovereign strength
illuminating
at great length
dominating heat
we can’t beat
much longer
the reigns
of sunshine
are getting stronger
To the forest
rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust
I should go to the forest
I really must…
Can we go back
can we go back
a little
maybe a thousand years
when there were other fears
rough but pure
a disease
no cure
when trees
were green
and forests clean
all in balance
almost good
no climate challenge
can we go back
No more
No more petrol
No more plastic
No more transportation
No more farming
No more deforestation
No more fertilizers
No more drilling
No more garbage
No more ignorance
No more talk
No more humans
No more pollution
We need a solution
Witty Words 