Up in Shame

earth desert dry hot

Photo: Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

When the world hollows out

And the sun cooks up blame,

Don’t forget there were times

When we’d known

The con-game,

And yet chose –

To our shame –

Truth’s very core to

Maim.

 

We allowed

A shell-game

To carve the Earth

Up

In flames.

 

 

For dVerse Quadrille Monday: Up

 

Imminently Absent

Alaska glacier JaimeMichelle

Photo: Jaime Michelle

 

Every year it shrinks back

Every year it grows less

Till too soon

It will be

But a memory

Unless.

 

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Absent

 

A Global Warning

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

They said it would get warm, but they didn’t say how quickly or how relentlessly. He thought it would take decades.

He was wrong.

Trees still foliaged but most other plants withered. Same for people.

It killed the young, old, weak, and callous. The talking heads had babbled about it before TV stopped. They couldn’t justify cooling the studios when the grid struggled to air-condition hospitals. Not that the latter did much good.

He sighed and retreated from the window. Ignored his daughter’s empty bed. They were warned. By the time they deigned to listen, it was already too late.

 

 

For the Friday Fictioneers Challenge

 

Earth’s Crescendo

flood OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

As night gives way to day

And rain to sunshine

In cycles of expected

Understanding,

May we not forget

How our steps and deeds

Feed the beat of storms

Intensifying

Spur the crush of waves

Amplifying

Augment the tremors of fault lines

Magnifying

In

Earth’s crescendo,

Notifying.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post