Poem Body
Our favourite, Gizmo, died this week.
For wildlife, things seem sad and bleak,
as chemicals are in our creek.
But who will speak, but who will speak?
Four years we've watched him with his pod -
the baby of the dolphin squad.
The River Swan's own demigod.
Our children awed, our children awed
They found him floating near Melville.
The cause of death gives me a chill -
infection from waste overspill.
So quiet and still, so quiet and still.
We thought Gizmo was here for keeps,
but what we sew, the water reaps.
Insidiously, toxin seeps.
The river weeps, the river weeps
.
Comments
Judy
This is not the answer to Wes's challenge is it?
Alid
no Alid
My ballade is called 'out of this world'
xxx
Heartbreaking.
but a reality we live with.
thanks Wes
Nature is cruel enough without our adding to her problems....
I'm not particularly content with this write - nowhere near as powerful as I'd wish....
love judy
xxx
Judy
I see you are near the Swan river that is Perth to me,
So many things make a small world.
Gismo was the name of my favourite dog I had to leave in South Africa as I wouldn't let him stay in Quarantine in the UK, so I gave him away it was so hard for me and made tears.
To lose such a beautiful creature is hard, a great write all the same.
My Sister we lost in 1988 lived in Bassendean Perth, I think I saw her about twice after she left in 1949, she was my favourite sister but not a word to the others..
A life time of beginnings and ends young lady this is a journey where we will learn many things.
Take care and know we walk with you always, as is our way,
Yours Ian..xx
hi Ian
Thanks so much for the read and comments
love judy
xxx
Oh Judy!
I see this as *very powerful! It breaks my heart to hear what we are doing/have done to our waters. The oil spills, the ships that leak/sink, the whales caught in "lost" fishing lines, that floating garbage----it's just never ending...I guess it never will end until they are all dead....
or we are all dead. : * * * (
hi Laura
Thanks very much for the read and positive comment
Yes, it breaks my heart too, what we are doing to this world...
love judy
xxx
long time no see
Judy where u b?
hi loved
Been tied up with the life out of the computer, I'm sad to say
love judy
xxx
affluent effluent
Giz...well...the fish he loved were loaded with toxins
heavy chemicals
I wonder about the fishermen fishing fish right off
the waste treatment pipe here on our lake
I know they are not stupid anymore
everyone has the net
the innards of the fish catch the chems
from meds tossed in the loo
but the flesh that is tasty too eat
collects the chems too
in a land south...a pipe dumped into
an old canal and it came out white
and stank like bactine
a hospital was nearby
perhaps an old line
or..a factory
they made deals
everyone in those days
what do we want
progress....our ways to treat
excess has not caught up
with our need want of the
acess ....
sad sad sad though
too see a child of nature
killed off by our own
crap
the way we are going
the post industrial
wasteland of eighteen
and nineteen hundreds
are just moved to
crumbling plants
collapsing in
other countries
if we could still make
linens and cheap shoes
in canada and america
stacked in a five story
building elbow deep we
would...that pops up
now and then
but things like waste and
water....
our achilles heel
great poem Judy
you have great emotive
powers as a poet!!
I read this when It was
new and just now
can answer
thank U
Steve
Thanks so much for the read and very kind comments
love judy
xxx
Who indeed will speak?
Who indeed will speak?
It doesn't matter where in the world we live, we all watch the destruction of our planet - helplessly, whilst the corporate bodies get ever bigger and the politicians become seemingly further removed from reality as they sell their or our souls down the river.
Made me cry - for Gizmo and for the millions of others who suffered the same fate. Jx
thank you Jane
for the read and comments
love judy
xxx