natural disasters for not taking care of the earth
A stalled monsoon trough over central Nepal
caused continuous torrential heavy rainfall
Slopes pushed up moisture from the Bay of Bengal
The catastrophe was looming large to befall.
Sudden breach of a moraine dam
Triggered Glacial Lake outburst floods
A surge of water and debris devastates
downstream, catching communities off guard.
Landslides continued to collapse slopes,
forming temporary dams that later burst
Steep valleys amplified runoff swift and fast
Flood of fury of all time unleashed the worst.
A compound climate disaster of twin sciences
Meteorology and geology to decipher in depth
monsoon extremes, unstable glaciers, terrain hazards
Perished hundreds of lives and left many homeless.
Sparse sensors, lack of predictive models a curse
Warrant real time glacial monitoring at source
With closely spaced weather station networks
And cross border early warning systems
…….Narayan Gadagkar
flood waters rise, attentuate sound of rapids at base. a silent eeriness fills this space
Pregnant river banks overflow their Illinois limits
Bulging at the middle to finish in a rush of floods
Sweeping houses and tumbling cars away in minutes
Families inside implode, drown, down to their feet
Never to be found as they sink beyond sleep
Still the sky openly cries with more rain to come
A baby floats by in a basket made of straw
That’s all
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A Hut In Forest
What a nice neat simple life
Natural all things
The whole house is one room, hut
All the Path-room is out side.
it rains everyday
the family sleep like birds
and work the whole day.
Tanka and haiku.
The Paiute tribes, before they fell*,
were known to use, masterfully well,
copious pumice and obsidian,
found on the alpine meridian,
where the Long Valley Caldera blew to hell.
* "fell" might not be the right word. A little Internet research tells me that one of the Paiute tribes, the "Bishop Paiute Tribe" has a reservation near Bishop California, near the Mammoth Lakes area, where I collected pumice and obsidian as a child.
They are rufescent with fury.
Hissing stridently with horror,
They post words of wailing vigilance through
Parched gullets.
Glows run amok amid drunken spells of
Hysterical lustre
Fleeting shards of wobbling light
Pierce the earnestness of a grieving dawn,
Blinding the essence of insistent courage.
Early warm ruddy presence is
Dissolved by the warring flames of
Hostile tree-threads singed with hate from
Jungles that hoot, flee and crackle, fanning the
Embers of a fuming climate.
brown seaweed marches
corrupting sweet ocean hue
sargassum cesspools
Family Portrait of Lucky, Willem Joseph 1738-1798.
wow! the farmers life!
countryside weather and food
so natural drink!
Wildfires don't recognize borders.
Neither should common sense.
But the nonsense coming out of your leaders' mouths
just proves that they're really dense.
Smoke doesn't come with a passport.
It's not some thing you can just deport.
You see, here's the way it goes.
We can't control the way the wind blows.
Maybe you should clean up your own mess
before blaming others for your distress.
We actually have way more
boreal forest than you.
Yet, statistically, for some reason,
you have more fires than we do.
Your priorities are something
you need to rearrange
because the problem is not Canada;
it's climate change.
The void is so deep
Mountain touches sky earth quakes
Ground trembles avoid
Multiple tornadoes and many flood storms have
transpired over time to maybe try to shaken
local healer souls awake.
Gaia angers and feels that much is at stake;
her wrath caused trembles two miles off
the shore of a Great Lake.
Evil echoes of bigoted sentiments
are drowned out by the wallowing
Midwestern summer and autumn winds.
Our elders’ political lies and distortions
are to be amplified by the shadows of
their own deepest sins.
Trust that divine protection will be granted
to all who walk in dignity, for they are truly
shining from within.
As I pose in a natural enclave
I claim freedom I'll not be a slave
an abyss, Earth's in a hole
self love massages my soul
Momentum, let's jin a positive wave
On my deck put pen to paper write verse
Observe shades of green leaves so diverse
a gentle light breeze is blowing
leaves flutter in air always flowing
Trunks to and fro bowing first forward now in reverse
Nature's captured in blue undulations, as swans glide,
at the sunrise of red, against backdrop of colorful sky.
Then the mirror turns so golden, as sun reaches zenith,
Reflecting purple and jade birds, in clouds, enormous.
Sea of striking scenes, of vivid birds, off to foreign land,
of pines, yellow flowers, mountains, or pebbly beaches.
Moonlight visits, strewing pearls on meandering waves;
with pretty, beige stars, winking, at secret bearing night.
Swimmers floating or frolicking, just one day in the life.
Moments trapped within nature's mirror of time, forever.
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