Climate Catastrophe
Sultry nights linger
long into the Fall
Humidity remains high
and bodies still
glisten with sweat
In the steamy south
rainy season is
alive and well
as boiling Gulf waters
scream for hurricanes
Questions unanswered
through a medium
of disinformation
Some burying their head
in the silt of the bayou
Denying the obvious
and seeing life
through a prism of
man-made distortion
and the art of the hoax
Turning a blind eye
to the soon-to-be
irreparable damage
done to our world
by man’s selfishness
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts
Sultry - Word of the Day
Prism - RDP
Medium - Stream of Consciousness
Scream - FOWC
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This is something we all should read. Very well written Christine
Thanks Sadje. This poem only touches hurricanes. We could all write about our climate experiences depending where we are in the world 😢❤️
The truth so forcefully expressed! I love this, Christine!❤️
Oh yes, we all can.
It seems as if everywhere is being pelted in these uncertain times. Well said.
But as long as we turn a profit…
Very true and very well expressed.
So sad. .As though there is an inevitability to the end. I love it. You evoked such emotion in me. 🙂
your title drew me in, your poem is outstanding Christine, humans keep on doing and the universe is responding but we ar enot listening.
Thanks Gina. No, most are not listening and those that do are humiliated and shamed for believing the science. It’s so sad 😢