No Harvest This Year #california #drought #haiku

John Deere
John Deere

out to pasture

headed for the city

furrows of weeds

fallfarms bothofs2
A normal year with water

cattle and corn

crops on the horizon

a good year

The prompt for Carpe Diem “Harvest Dusk” brought a tear to my eye. The harvest season is upon us but there are only weeds to harvest. If you haven’t heard, California has not only had a drought but the government has mismanaged water allocations so agriculture was allowed to return to weeds and sagebrush aka DESERT.  Friends in Porterville have no water out of the tap.

The good news – your grocery bills will be higher this fall!!!

 

Fresh! #agriculture #poetry #photography

They’ve made sunshine artificial

cellophane contains rainforest mist

we tread never ending stairway

all that’s living sorely missed

*

music tuned on rounds of plastic

nature sneers in futility baulks

nothing here really matters

our food source comes fresh from a box

*

green is just another color

nothing in the dirt is real

silk are all the flowers blooming

all that swims comes from Mercury’s reel

*

break a pack it will cool you

smash these gels for your feet

what you hold is meant to fool you

supplement the real de-feat

*

This is a rant that I wrote after eating pesticide laden veggies from Mexico. The Central Valley in California is more than capable of growing the crops for the nation and yet it is often short-changed by big business and politics in Northern and Southern California. I loved reading this morning (on the box) that my clementines are sprayed with wax or better yet resin. Well they have to be they are shipped from Morocco.

made in mexico

This article California’s Central Valley is about the volume of fresh produce, dairy and meat coming from the under represented  but productive area in California..

Conflicted #poetry #photography

I stand in a wedge of conflict

between the familiar now old 

white washed plastic

new and cold

*

I behold a world

slipping away

horses, fields

tractors  only on display

The cavernous barns

where we once climbed

are now derelict

  broken, gray in decline

*

a world that was wild

once free and grand

is caught up in bargains

fenced in land

*

 senses  affronted

as I cross the highway of life

buildings emblazoned with red circles

Flashing lights blind my sight

*

Go!  turn your backs

on the world of old charm

give up expansive  fields 

 embrace plastic, metal, car alarms

*

I am posting this poem today with Poetry Pantry where poets get to share old and new poetry.

This poem was originally posted in July 2010. I did a little restructuring but I hope  the conflict between an old more stable world versus a more static plastic world is still conveyed.

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