The trees have gone brown The drought has taken it’s toll The rain brings promise The browning of trees began with just a tinge, a suggestion of stress from this long dry. As summer began, in spring, the already crisp earth desiccating as we watched. The river all but evaporated, becoming a series of ponds…then … More The browning of the trees
seen. not heard. obedient. unquestioning. confined. bound. safe? seen. not heard. controlled. authorised. approved. convinced. brainwashed? seen. not heard. afraid. unsure. reliant. complient. seen. herd. seen. heard. respected encouraged supported capable compassionate? seen. heard. innovative creative supportive confident critical. seen. heard. brave certain sane humane seen not herd.
Twas a reprieve A time to rest A time to rebelieve That time is gone Is blown away How can we, this time retrieve? I see the children Laugh and play I see the hope within I see that though things will change The future is not grim.
It all seems from my bubble, That the world is in a muddle. I recently joined twitter, so I could dance among the birds Sharing important thoughts, through links and limited words, I know I’m in a bubble, which is vulnerable and strong There are many looking in, who think my thinks are wrong, Looking … More view from my bubble
This wonderful story was written by Cathy Apple Gate and beautifully illustrated by Dee Huxley. I chose to read this book as part of my StoryTime playlist on my YouTube channel. You can find out more about this book from the author website (click here).
I love a fire engulfed Country A land of drought stricken plains, Of burnt out mountain ranges And no hope of rains, I love her smoke screened horizon And lack of empathy A Country focused on ‘Terror’ This hot, dry land for me.
For humanity, is it too late? Is empathy a long lost trait? Everything feels deeply ominous How can voting be autonomous? With so many in an Agentic State. As fires burn and droughts deprive How much longer can we survive? Is the dystopia already here? With choices based on fear? As our governments contrive. … More Agentic voters
This poem is the sequel to Thunder rumbles This poem will be raw, and it will flow as it does. I must release what’s inside, before it erupts. I usually write in rhyme, but now there is no reason. — In a flash, the dry forest was engulfed in flame, The fire spread fast, as it … More In a Flash
Thunder rumbles lightening cracks and no rain falls the ground is crisp and each flash brings a desperate pause. fear sits with hope and hope with doubt please let it rain Another clap A daylight Flash Rain begins to patter A gentle start building up To a roaring clatter. Another rumble now far off … More Thunder rumbles
Beautiful you be When a-floating in the sea But not so much…. on me. I was stung quite badly when I was 7. It was on the 12th of January, Redhead Beach, Newcastle. There was a warning sign but many people were swimming. The beach was patrolled. My sister and I were the closest to … More Haiku for the bluebottle