Its been hard for me to blog about the recent nature poems mainly because I am not a huge fan of poetry and this is mostly because I do not understand a lot of poetry and the references in them. And it is not that I just do not understand the references, it is also that to me it seems like poetry can be taken so many different ways. Take for example when Mary Oliver says in her poem Messenger, “My work is loving the world.” Does she mean that she feels like it is her obligation to love the world or does she have a job as something like a nature reserve officer or does she feel like her work is loving the world because she loves to write poetry about it. To me there is just too much to dig through to get the point of the story. However there is a rare occasion where I feel like I understand perfectly what the author is trying to say and I love it when that happens because I feel smart but recently with this nature poetry it’s just not my thing. Like State of The Planet, I feel like I got a good bit of the poem and I was satisfied with what I took away from it, however there was some part’s that as we discussed in class I felt like I knew less and less about. Maybe poetry is not something that can just be translated and understood, maybe it is a personal experience where we can take what we want from it. I am starting to feel like that is what poetry is all about, a personal experience. However there are a lot of times where I feel like it just went way over my head. All in all I feel in the middle about poetry, sort of a love hate type thing.
"I went to Lake Bonny Park [or Circle B Bar Reserve] for this field trip, and I stayed there for at least 45 minutes."
Nature But Not So Much:
Empty bottles in the water,
Alligators with trash clinging to them,
What is nature now?
Sure there are pretty mountains in pictures,
But when you go outside…
Trash, trash and more trash
Nature is becoming a scarce thing.
As big building rise higher and higher
Forests and plains fall lower and lower.
But everything is not completely gone,
Bunnies still hobble through the park grass,
Alligators and fish still swim in the water
In a constant war with each other
And Insects still fly though the air,
Being swallowed up in the blue and green
Of the sky and grass.
Hopefully my children will still be able to enjoy
Watching the wind shake the trees
And see animals run through the grass
Hopefully that was already here will not be destroyed
By what we more desire to be here.
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