let’s name this

let’s name this
betrayal of trust
egregious
failure to
preserve to perpetuate
air water shelter

let’s name this
non-leadership stance
refusal
to adapt
to mitigate disaster
floods droughts hurricanes

a mother
jailed for death of son
not given
medicine
No charge for head of state who
ignores climate change?

to name is
to take a stand is
to call this
criminal
neglect, perhaps manslaughter
Office abandoned.

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I wrote this poem after the close of the world climate summit held in Bonn—the leader of the largest carbon emitting nation expressed an intention to withdraw the United States from the international climate agreement.  Despite this stance, an independent delegation of sub-national United States leaders attended to report ongoing efforts by states, cities, businesses and citizens to achieve the carbon emissions target agreed to in the 2015 Paris Agreement.  I am warmed by the words of Fiji’s Prime Minister, who opened the summit with the overall sentiment:  “we must not fail our people”:

The need for urgency is obvious. Our world is in distress from the extreme weather events caused by climate change – destructive hurricanes, fires, floods, droughts, melting ice, and changes to agriculture that threaten our food security. All consistent with the science that now tells us that 2016 was a record year for carbon concentrations in the atmosphere.

All over the world, vast numbers of people are suffering – bewildered by the forces ranged against them. Our job as leaders is to respond to that suffering with all means available to us. This includes our capacity to work together to identify opportunities in the transition we must make.

We must not fail our people. That means using the next two weeks and the year ahead to do everything we can to make the Paris Agreement work and to advance ambition and support for climate action before 2020.

Opening speech of Prime Minister Frank Bainimarama of Fiji, President of the United Nations Climate conference held in Bonn November 6 to 17, 2017 (COP 23)

Key achievements from COP 23

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©2017 Ontheland

Shadorma November

the cup

Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears

Today of past Regrets and future Fears –

Tomorrow? – Why, Tomorrow I may be

Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.”

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

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Thinking about this quatrain, I wrote two haiku and a shadorma:

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lines we write
fill pages like cups
cares take flight

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melodies
lighten heavy hearts
sips of joy

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I want to
know the cup that clears
all regrets
all terror,
live in a Flow of being,
taste the depth of Now

~
©2017 Ontheland

Many thanks to Chèvrefeuille who has been providing posts that illuminate Rubaiyat quatrains of 12th century poet Omar Khayyam. Today I respond to Carpe Diem #1232–past regrets and future fears.  I am also appreciating  Shadorma November, a community opportunity to explore the shadorma, a poem of 6 lines of 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables.

immanence

in the wind
every song ever sung
faint vibrations
quiver for eternity
rustle branches in the trees

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immanent
in the clay, wind, dew,
fire aching–
seen, unseen
transmutations travel time,
stars to earth to bone

©2017 Ontheland

A tanka and shadorma inspired by Carpe Diem #1301–River’s Lip, an episode in Carpe Diem’s Rubaiyat Another Way series. Each episode in this series offers interpretations, reflections and related poetry. Below are the featured Rubaiyat quatrain and other poems from the prompt post:

And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River’s Lip on which we lean –
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald), from The Rubaiyat

(river’slip refers to the river bank)

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There’s not one atom of yon earth
Butonce was living man;
Nor the minutest drop of rain,
That hangeth in its thinnest cloud,
But flowed in human veins.

©Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Queen Mab

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on river’s lip
hyacinths, grasses and other herbs
kisses of life

© Chèvrefeuille

fire of life

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is featuring quatrains from The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam with extensive background and interpretive suggestions.   Fire of Spring, quatrain 7, is featured in Episode #1298:

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly – and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

My responses:

flock on the wing lifts
from a web of barren boughs
sparks of winter life

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now night falls,
engulfing short days,
quenching a
frozen sun,
I recall this life is spring–
fire blazes still

~

©2017 Ontheland

Shadorma November

white light

day’s first light—
retina white—ends
night rest and
heralds death.
white blossoms drift down to root
buds wake in spring light

©2017 Ontheland

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A shadorma for Shadorma November hosted by Eliot of Along the Interstice and for Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats–Day Four.

W.B. Yeats, from his poem ‘To some I have talked with by the fire’:

“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.”

My final two lines come from a Japanese proverb: “The flower goes back to its root.”