I got so side-tracked in this new Covid-19 world, that I never posted my last two poems. I may also post the unedited version of the other 4 poems, we shall see. Anyway, this was the 4th poem I submitted in my poetry class. My professor challenged me to look at an inanimate object and I chose a lake. I wanted to examine a bit of changing climates and what the world would be like if we continued on the current trajectory. Without further ado.
A Simple Lake
Nestled in the cleavage between
two massive, grass camouflaged hills,
is a mirror of blue, smooth as sateen,
broken occasionally by energetic fish
or an overzealous juvenile.
For just a moment, no one is fighting.
Children splashing, adults laughing,
heads dunked, glee and joy abounding.
This pleasure will last a moment,
for a warm front is in the forecast.
Tentacles of shadow extend,
the rush of living comes to a close.
The surface is uninterrupted,
smooth and calm, no more jubilation.
Vibrancy fades, eerie quiet invades,
the end is coming.
Now placid surface, the people gone,
the heat keeps on rising,
will it stop?
The crickets and roaches have all left too,
no creature to call this place home.
Beaches maturing all around the globe,
extinction is real, look at the sigillaria tree.