So, I'm currently taking an Ecopoetics class and (as is the nature of the course) I've been working on new poems. For those of you who don't know about Ecopoetics, it is essentially "nature poetry." It is not simply poetry about nature and the beauty of it, but of nature and human's relationship with it. Much of the ecopoems I've read (and written) this semester deal with the conflict of how nature affects us and how we affect nature.
Here's the first poem I turned in this semester. By no means is it a polished piece. It's pessimistic and preachy (yes, didactic!), but it's an example of the conflicts discussed in class.
the kids with pixels in their palms take
no notice of the spiral shelled mollusks
or the post-rain beams gentle
through the vermillion maple foliage.
removed from the wonder of
their own backyards, they take
no notice of the untamed roots creating
mountains from laid brick,
fissures in graveled cement.
removed from the wonder,
in adulthood they will only take notice
when their home is claimed by its own material.
the Emersonian child dissolves within them
for whether they notice the dew on a clover
or the thorns of a bare lemon tree,
they will tame and modify, turning
If you have any thoughts on the poem, please feel free to comment.