Changing Scenes by Carolyn O’Connell

Once the meadows shone with colour
strings of white, blue, red &yellow,
left to flower, seed, spread, only plucked
by children’s hands . But now they quiver
on the verge, while fenced, the meadow
sprayed and mowed is bare of blossom.

While in the gardens flowers bloom
tended by the caring hands that
work and watch their efforts prosper
encouraged by passion for a flower.

Yet each season thwarts their efforts
rain falls in places far too heavy
whilst others gasp for water as streams
vanish through ever drying winters.

Hidden in the land the rigs plunder
oil and gas to feed our need,
while out at sea the remnants of our
throw away economy are ingested
by the fish we eat, and the coral’s colours
fades to deathly grey as temperatures
rises ice melts the poles. The bear
and penguin search for safe routes.

Even the jungles screech in pain
as they are plundered, the tiger
cheetah, wander slowly seeking prey
and the rocks rumble as volcanoes
spit magma to cloud the skies,

but unheeding man, the top predator
ignores the pleading of the planet,
deaf and blind to all the signs continues
to hunt for treasure, black or gold
whilst his home decays,
and crumbles.


The link to my blog is which is Carolyn O’Connell Poetry
My collection “Timelines” is published by Indigo Dreams and is available from
MY web site is poetry

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