This week another sonnet,
although this one’s seriously done,
to put inside your bonnet
to protect you from the sun.
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
A Global Warming Sonnet
It matters much to us when there is change,
As in our minds it’s change we can’t control.
A change of heart or in a northern pole –
We like the old, the new is something strange.
For instance, take the fact of heat exchange:
This global warming chills our very soul.
The ultimate expression has a toll:
On ways we live our lives that rearrange
Our values, bound like gold, all must be cast
Aside, and searching answers that revive
Life – like a miner of prized gems which last –
We pray our earth and oceans will survive.
The heat turned on, our muted lives now tossed,
To face the firing lines that must be crossed.