As usual, I was inspired by Elyssa’s blog post from last week (thank you Elyssa for the constant source of inspiration!) and decided it was time I blog a poem, too. I went home this past weekend and found an old poem I had written in high school while cleaning out my bedroom. The assignment was to compose a satirical piece of writing, so naturally I chose a poem. I still liked the poem, but there were certain things I revised. I went through and picked out words that seemed awkward, replacing them with a more suitable synonym. I read through and rewrote a few lines in order to help the rhythm of the poem. Finally, I re-read again making minor changes (tense, commas, etc.) to improve the final product.
Have you ever done this, returned to a poem to edit, revise, or rethink it? I found it to be a useful and enjoyable experience. It is interesting to look back on a piece of writing from awhile ago and appreciate what you were able to accomplish at that time, as a writer. Moreover, it is equally enjoyable to build upon past ideas. Revisiting former work is enjoyably nostalgic but also allows the opportunity to revise and rethink the ideas or experiences that have shaped your writing. I feel the new version is a better piece of writing than the original. The new poem, or writing, retains its original charm but benefits from the ever-growing skills of the writer. I encourage you all to go back and look at an old piece of you work. Is there something you would change? Even if it is only a few words, minor changes can transform your writing.
Why is the planet no longer green
but blacks and grays? – an ugly in-between
I pondered this thought as smoke pooled behind me
A swirling image of dirty foresee
“Who stifled nature?” No one spoke at the stop
For everyone was busy polluting, no time to drop
I was only left to dwell, in impurity and thought
But the question was not lost on me, no it was not
A man piped up, it’s only natural yup,
and I know these things, I’m a grown-up!
the environment is pristine
the holy image projected by the spires of the Sistine
And all the animals killed by man’s filthy folly
why that’s only the work of Darwin’s jolly
it’s natural selection you see
that suffocates the animals from ocean to tree
I don’t ever pollute, no that’s not me
I’ve only got two trucks, three cars, and one SUV!
My house runs purely on anthracite
and at night I leave on all the lights, I’m a bit of an energy saving luddite
It is pure foolishness, when people exclaim
we shouldn’t use earth as a chemical drain!
lakes are supposed to be dirty, the air full of smog
I can’t take any more of the environmentalist monologue
No one really cares about a few holes
in the ozone that protects us – we need no controls!
Greenhouse gas – it can only be good
we should let it bloom and flourish, grow tall like a redwood
Who needs nature
when we’ve got skyscrapers
the utility of the tree
falls inferior to the grand prix
Recycling is an archaic tradition
We should embark upon a policy of reusable abolition
Create something plastic, prime, pressed
after all new and wasteful – this the best
From Mother Nature’s sad perch
she sees only a beautiful burning tree – a birch
It’s all rather funny you see
her signs of distress appear to blind addresses
I love the Earth as much as anybody else
but I’m sick of these environmental seat belts
We have not harmed this planet
it’s life unceasing, roots forged out of pure granite
Dear child, who has misguided you so
filled your mind with images of a dilapidated environment – very low!
you must not commiserate with this starving Earth
when it’s quality of health has little worth
The real wealth lies in things that smoke black
in industry that has destroyed – no turning back
we must focus now on finding a new source to employ
the beginnings of a new mother to destroy