Before it was too late, when life was good,
With Persian rugs that carpeted the halls,
A servant cleaned the house and cooked our food
And books and paintings covered all the walls.
We never thought, inside the TV set,
Of how the settling dust would trap the heat
To leave us with what shelter we could get
When the house burnt to ashes at our feet.
Then suddenly, what had seemed so secure,
A gradual build up, not a real concern,
Destroyed a lifestyle we could not restore
Beyond the tipping point of no return.
A tipping point of carbon’s in the skies;
Beyond it, only drought and desert lies.
Author notes
Having refined this on sharepoetry, I've brought it over here to see what more people think (if anything).
Written October 18th, 2005
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I bet you have 1, or 1.45 childeren. Thems that understands, be qualified. But; they don't reproduce; not in numbers sufficient to solve the pressure created by the bunny like expansion of double digit IQs...
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I am sorry for your tradegy. Things we cherish can disappear like that without warning. I hope everything turned out okay. I found the piece moving.
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no matter how we plan, no matter how we try, there are hindrances which pop up, unconsidered in the parameters we have set..yeah, climate, social change, and in a democracy, the majority rules (unless some cheat, lol) and rules are only good when everybody follows!...good read, and thanks for visiting my site...
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Every read makes this take root inside and then you are enlightened. good write - wish i could get sharepoetry - only managed it once or twice - will keep trying. mwah debs
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The challenge I was taking on was to articulate the unthinkable - irreversible climate change. The human brain has difficulty with things that it has never seen. The house really did burn down when I was living in Italy and that was where the inspiration for the poem came from.
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keep re-reading and can't decide if this is south africa or a burned out relationship or both. As you know, I liberally mix my own metaphors cos I'm that confused already. Still love the drama in this no matter how many reads I give it....
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You really worked on this. It's got some brooding drama. And a tipping point - excellent. Can't get sharepoetry - keeps telling me it needs refreshing. Mind you, so do I! x debs
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Hi, a very good poem of a great tragedy, the sadness in this write is very strong,a very nicely written poem, don't run yourself down again as you did in your authors notes, you write well believe me, all the best hugs Di
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I thought that this was an excellent poem. You did a fine job in relating to your readers what your message was about. -
i really liked this piece.good job
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I quite liked this. Upon first reading this it seemed far to lyrical, but then I read it again and it sounded much better internally. The subject matter is excellent and this is very well written. I enjoyed the last two lines the most. Well done.
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