3 Perfect Poems for Winds of Climate Change
Climate Poems For Changing Chatty Breezes & Garrulous Gusts
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1. ”Nimbawaadaan Akiing / I Dream a World” by Margaret Noodin
Nimbawaadaan akiing
I dream a worldatemagag biinaagami
of clean watergete-mitigoog
ancient treesgaye gwekaanimad
and changing winds.
2. ”Anthropocene: A Dictionary” by Jake Skeets
diyóół : wind (
wind (more of it) more wind as in (to come up)
plastic bags driftwood the fence line
3. ”Remember “by Joy Harjo
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
are you.
What do you think? What poems would you add?
🥶🌬️🧊 dangerous gustswept cold today #DC
washington-dc.currentlyhq.com/february-3-202…
"How did I end up here? What wind blew me
off course, took me from heart and home? My
body falters, loses feather and beak
and bone, turns to dust or ice or stone."
— Donika Kelly, The Three Birds of the Milky Way
"alive as pattern
as irrational ascension
sans squared impalpable quanta
its implacable winds
teeming sub-flow as absentia"
Will Alexander, On Eroded Solar Masses
"On every side: our fathers, sisters,
our very mothers
doing what’s been done
to everyone.
It is a plot,
a garden lot.
Row upon row,
we are what grows
through storm,
past fruit, seed, wind, bird."
— Tracy K. Smith lithub.com/a-new-poem-by-… via @lithub
"Maybe
I am like wind briefly still, a column
of air that found a form to fill. Waiting
for a sign to go where wind goes when it’s
not with us—when without becomes within."
—John Freeman, “Without,” lithub.com/without-a-poem… via @lithub
Chaman Lall, 'Departure' –
"This wind sighing recalls certain things.
I warned you:
Beware of it:
Passion has wings;
And will return with the year’s return
Like a bird on migrant wings.
This wind sighing recalls
Certain half-remembered things."
"but what we're given—how the sun's warmth
is democratic, touching everyone,
and the rain is democratic too,
how the strongest branches in the wind
give themselves as they resist, resist"
— John Daniel, Dependence Day"
"a celebrant of solstice light. But what can come
of ceremony? No escaping “the situation of our time,”
the bullets, the bunkers of despair a hemisphere away,
the despot’s crimes. And yet again I wait for a rising wind"
— Richard Foerster
🌬️ some wind, 🌤️ some sun, Friday's giving DC cool renewable vibes: washington-dc.currentlyhq.com/january-27-202… like this line quoted from Brenda Shaughnessy's poem "Identity & Community (There is no “I” in “Sea”) —
"Wind has power. Sun has power. What is power’s source?"
Halleloo, rain's looking more mid-morning 🌧️
washington-dc.currentlyhq.com/january-25-202…
From Robin Chapman:
"the sky swept
cirrus by big bluestem, the zigzag work
of bees, the four directions of the compass
signaled by the compass plant, sunflowers’
fix on east, a wind to make a chime"
🌑 "In the new moon, with the low wind
how no one exists alone" @alexdimitrov
Adam Powers @apowersb
"In the raw wind of the new world"
Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder
Quoting dg nanouk okpik's poem, Inupiaq Women, here in today's #DC weather update:
washington-dc.currentlyhq.com/january-24-202…
"A taffeta of cold air
hits her cheeks; they are sun-
wind chapped, a sign of Inupiaq women
subsisting for their young families."
🌬️🥶🧣🌤🧥 Gusty cool day today #DC
washington-dc.currentlyhq.com/january-26-202… Carol Moldaw has some lines of poetry for us on it, quoted from Meditation in the Open-Air Garage:
"Leaves have no choice
but to articulate the wind:
aspens like zills, aglint and atilt;
the willow, a lone zither."
"What we won’t understand
about the sound of the sea is no different
than the origin of planets
or the wind’s crystalline structures
irreversibly changing.
The albatross drags her parachute
over the earth’s gaping mouth."
— Jennifer Foerster
"I will not dance alone in the municipal graveyard at midnight, blasting sad songs on my phone, for nothing.
I promise you, I was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air—and I went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm."
Ocean Vuong
Adam Powers @apowersb
☁️🧥⛅🧣🥶 Wednesday, DC— bundle against cold, partly cloud-cooled highs
washington-dc.currentlyhq.com/february-1-202…
"Now, a ball of twine in the grey sky. The sun rolls low on the horizon. Hangs. Then dips back down again, wind howling us into night." — Quoted from "February" by Tamiko Beyer
"Setting the alarm and keeping the eyes open.
Long. Into the dark. Or the wind—
suddenly matching our need
to change." @alexdimitrov
trees grasping sunlight with humming winds sounding like ABBAs "Slipping through my fingers" https://t.co/EmPOEzDRkC
"Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows!
There is a subtle sweetness in the sun,
The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run,
The wind more boisterously by me blows,"
— Claude McKay, To Winter