Two Misses and Flow
Miss Tidal and Miss Ebb and flow
roam each day from coast to coast.
Dropping in on different shore's
waste collecting is a chore.
From plastic bags to floating cans
plastic ring pulls that can jam
between the gills of little fish.
They always try their best to assist.
Miss Tidal waves to Ebb and Flow
feeling sadness grow and grow
They came across a big blue whale
that lost his life as he inhaled
the floating waste pile left uncontained
like the after math of a hurricane.
Miss Tidal and Miss Ebb and flow
try so hard to herd the growth.
Of floating plastics that can kill
from dolphins, blue whales even krill.
Doing their best to move the waste
trying to find that safety place.
Where ocean life can once more
freely swim from shore to shore
Yet once again, the human race
Discards its waste in the wrong place.
The ocean is their only home
they should be free to swim and roam.
Without the threat of death by waste
HELP!
make our oceans a better place.
© Anna Aitken,18/6/18
Wonderful poem as always, so many of us humans just keeping doing what we want with-out ever thinking of the long term consequences of our wastefulness to the future of all our planet's occupants. It's great to see you are back writing again.
Part 2 Recently, my native place, Kerala was severely affected by huge floods. When the waters receded, we found tonnes of plastic waste accumulated/deposited in the bus depot at Mala, a tiny township near my home....May be, all the waste we were throwing in the street, rivers and the seas were returned to us at the earliest opportunity.
Hi Annette, Great, poignant write. Your concern for ecology, the flora and fauna in seas deserves accolades. Not just the seas oceans and waters, the land is also equally contaminated by bio-no degradable plastics. .
Thank you for reading and commenting. Yes it seems to be getting worse all over the world. Though I see they are taking the right step in Bali just now ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good idea, Anna! and poem ain't too shabby either. next time i dispose of plastics, it WILL be i the nearest volcano! ! ! bri :)