How It All Turns Out

April Poem A Day Challenge, day 2:  
What does the future hold? Make the answer the title of your poem.

 

How It All Turns Out

The future holds the final answer,

the one we’ve all been waiting for,

the one that tells us How It All Turns Out. 

Will we really get our happy ever after,

saving the planet at last, then living in peace

in a richly productive, clean environment,

and not killing off all the other species

of living things – or even each other?

Or is it to be the mixture as before, going on 

ad infinitum? Or at least until the end 

of the horror movie, when we’re all dead?

We’ll all be dead anyway, of course.

Even if we could brew an Elixir of Immortality,

the place would get so damn crowded 

we’d have to find a way to do a cull.

Well, actually, it already is overrun

by us; getting quite out of hand. Increasingly,

our numbers strain the planet at the seams.

How will it all turn out? No need to wonder.

The planet will take care of it. Earth won’t die 

(pending of course the meteor, or the fading sun) 

but she will sort us out, as she has others.

(From skyloverpoetry wordlist: wonder.)

I am ...

I am Rosemary: pensive yet pungent.

I am ardent poet / sacramental healer /curious witch

lover of cats, trees and the ocean.

I am 81

and not out

yet. 

A cherita for Day One of April Poetry Month, using both the Poetic Asides prompts and Kerry O'Connor's word list @skyloverpoetry on Instagram. (A cherita is traditionally untitled, but I like to use first line or part thereof to identify my untitled poems.)

Prompt: An introduction poem.

Words: pensive, pungent, ardent, sacrament, curious.

Linking to poets and Storytellers United: Writers' Pantry #65. (Apologies to those who have seen this already on Instagram / facebook.)

Warming Up

 Warming Up

It’s Spring in the northern half of the world.

I imagine all nature warming now.

As petals and leaves are slowly unfurled,

as baby animals are born and grow,

I picture the increasing sun, the glow.

I’m in the southern half; it’s Autumn here,

always my favourite time of the year

with its gradually withdrawing sun

leisurely, reluctant to disappear.

But not this year – it comes in thick with rain.

We could use some warming up around here!

 

I'm participating in April Poetry Month aka NaPoWriMo again this year (2021) using Robert Lee Brewer's prompts at Poetic Asides though not posting there, which has become difficult. I'm sharing them instead in the small group of people who were early responders to the PA prompts some years back when they began, "the originals" as we call ourselves (and posting here too, of course).

In Australia it's already April 1st, but as most people in the group are in the Northern Hemisphere, I'll abide by the order given – in which the prompt 'Warming Up' is meant as an immediate precursor to the April poems.

 

PS Will share some of the poems on Instagram as well, as I'll also be using Kerry O'Connor's April words list @skyloverpoetry – though in this poem I didn't.

And I'm linking this one to Writer's Pantry #64 at Poets and Storytellers United.

 

It's a dizain (a form I enjoy using).