Arlene Corwin Poetry

     Pull The Plastic From The Sea

 Un-political, no single placard,

Expressing view through rhyme and meter,

This appeal in un-bombastic, modest ways,

It says:

We have to save the planet.

All and you have heard this

Twenty thousand – at the very least –

Repeated so that

You’ve put cotton in your ears,

Forgotten all those many years

Cliché-d, near inappropriate.

And here I sit,

The shit increasing day by day –

This final phase,

Little me in what feels pointless.

Trifling, trivial, inconsequent small

Plastic forks and plastic bags –

They can’t mean much compared to wars.

Why get excited over bags, while cars

Of aging metal fill the holes,

Oils and chemicals kill corals;

Toxins all the rest.

Barring fishing fish for shekels,

Killing off the planet’s whales,

Slaughtering live things with scales,

Things with tails and entrails

I implore you not to put

                                     more plastic

In the growing, unavailable and sickly sea.

^{Pull The Plastic From The Sea 9.22.2017}

^{Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Nature II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}