When Climate Change Was Welcome

When Climate Change Was Welcome

A Poem by Chris Shaw

When I consider deserts
their suffocating heat
sand dunes, shifting, drifting
into shapes of altered landscapes
I think of him

When I stand before a snarling sea
angry, hurling its abuse
frothing,spitting out venom
depositing flotsam at my feet
I think of him

When I ponder on nature's vicious traits
ice needles, pointed death daggers
my fate held in winters of discontent
bruising, hurting me
I think of him

His moods always dependent
on which way the wind blew
which way the crow flew
whether the beer was on or off
the reality of him

When I looked for balance
there was none
my scales out of kilter
no warmth to soften my cold
it was a cruel climate
in his world

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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while you were contemplating deserts, I was wondering where I hid my 9mm semi auto and fingering the speed dial number of one of my favourite hit men .. as back up you understand .. what a git that was eh' .. am so glad you got out of that one, bet you are too now.

Neville

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

A very old poem and a very old memory Neville. Remembering a very cold climate. That was a lot of ve.. read more



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while you were contemplating deserts, I was wondering where I hid my 9mm semi auto and fingering the speed dial number of one of my favourite hit men .. as back up you understand .. what a git that was eh' .. am so glad you got out of that one, bet you are too now.

Neville

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

A very old poem and a very old memory Neville. Remembering a very cold climate. That was a lot of ve.. read more
Very nice poem about God. Or at least I thought you were talking about him. It seems like climate change is a huge thing which I didn't learn about it until I was about 16 really

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

An interesting interpretation JungLee. I wouldn't disagree with you there. He certainly felt he was .. read more
I guess one might say it was an inclimate ordeal. You've done well in comparing the relationship to bad weather and hostile environments. Those sharp, pointy icicles... ouch! (A few have stabbed me in the past)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Sam. Yes those icicles can wound. I appreciate your thoughts on this poem.

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'.. sand dunes, shifting, drifting - into shapes of altered landscapes .. '

Chris, to surround those emotions, that pain, within such superb wording is incredible. You escaped from a place that so many fall into far too easily, duped by honey-sweet nothings. The weather and all its moods does indeed sum up the total of human behaviour! May I leave a little more respectful affection, please.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Em for your thoughtful response. Yes, the weather can mirror human behaviour. I much prefe.. read more
emmajoy

5 Years Ago

Memories cling like limpets.. don't they.
Sounds like the memory of a relationship gone south. Weather and climate are apt metaphors for human emotions, and this one comes across as exhibiting many of nature's less appealing displays. Thankfully, it seems the poet has moved on to more hospitable climes. Very nice use of images in this one.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thank yous John. Yes you have assessed these lines well. All good wishes to you.

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Probably time to let this one go.
I don't think I have ever been in quite that frame of mind, but, yah, I can understand the beer thingy
Have a lovely aft. and enjoy the flowers. At least you know what to expect from them

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Long time ago. I had a lucky escape. Flowers will never hurt anyone :) Thanks Dave for your visit.read more
While you were busy thinking of desert, I misread and started daydreaming of pudding :)
So, the question on everyone's lips....why did you let such a charmer get away....alive?
How soon they change, from gripping that mask so tight, until they can no longer keep up the facade and their true selves appear through the cracks.
People eh? What a bunch of b******s. It's a wonder we talk to any of them really, but that would be allowing the sods to change us, well you... I am a b*****d :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Lorry, you and your Yorkshire puds. I had a lucky escape here, he moved on to pastures new :) Do I s.. read more
I learned a new word from this piece 'flotsam' and have added it to my little mental dictionary ;) so thank you for that :)
It is kinda funny how we let those climate changes affect us this way, forever seeking balance but finding none, but at that moment we're so immersed in love that we accept the whole 'package'. I read somewhere "We accept the love that we think we deserve." And this is what your reminds me of. Your metaphors and imagery really stand out to me.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thanks Dr Y, pleased you enjoyed the read. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris
I like the extended metaphor . . . lousy weather and lousy person! Great title too!
Tom

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thanks Tom. Could not agree more with your assessment.

Chris
I think you've cherry-picked just the right words and metaphor to describe an uncomfortable and maddening existence. No one wants to be in that kind of situation.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Tim. How right you are. It thankfully came to a parting of the ways.

Chris

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