When Climate Change Was Welcome

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

Reviews

[Neville]

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

[Chris Shaw]

A very old poem and a very old memory Neville. Remembering a very cold climate. That was a lot of verys. Thanks for stopping by.

Chris

[Dave]

Such a powerful use of the metaphor. Climate change indeed! So much more is needed. Your anger and rage is palatable and so understandable. I hope that all is well with you.

Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

All is well Dave. Poetry that relates to decades ago. Gone but not quite forgotten. Hope you are OK my friend. All good wishes.

Chris

[Dave]

I'm fine thanks and I'm so very glad you are too.

Take are - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

And you too Dave.

[Jade]

So very good, I love the metaphor here, so nicely written and expressed

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Brandie Jade for your generous review. All good wishes.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

tremendous metaphor here, Chris.
the comparisons are so stark and powerful...
this kind of "cruel climate" is something no one should ever have to weather.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the metaphor Jacob. Thanks for visiting.

Chris

[Sarah K Cass]

Such feeling gone into that! "Spitting vemon". Such powerful words. Such a powerful poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Amber for checking this one out.

Chris