©2018 by Max Honzik.

 

Mother I'm Sorry

A poem by Max Honzik

Your creation would ultimately be your downfall,
For it turns out humankind isn’t so kind after all.
Your abundance, 
A product of your generosity,
Has been exploited and toyed with, 
Your scars plain to see.
You see it’s not just the seas that cry out in pain,
It’s also the trees cut at the knees,
A thump no one seems to hear.

 

A hungry baby cries out for more,
Your reserves empty and breasts sore,
A tear is shed atop the Cliffs of Moher.
Plentiful is your beauty, 
From mist-covered Blackhead,
To the nooks and crannies of St. Stephens Greene.
There are pictures to prove it in the magazines,
Just go to page three,
Sprawled out to for all to see,
Her most intimate parts, 
Wow, is she green.

 

But don’t look too close or watch for too long,
Or else you’ll notice some harrowing.
A woman, a beauty, a mother, a giver, slowly dying,
Thick sludge running through her veins,
Seeping into her skin, 
Dying it the color of death.

But that is up for debate, right?


In a time where “alternative facts”,

and fake news bury the truth,
Beneath landfills of headlines and distractions; 
Leaders reject evidence, 
Evident in their actions.

 

The stars gaze upon a dying gem,
The Emerald Isle at her helm,
They will tell tales of progress and defeat,
A tragic story,
As history repeats.

 

So, Mother I am sorry, so very, very sorry,
But what can I do? 
Pondering contributions and solutions,
There’s only so much one can do. 
I wish I could show everyone Ireland,
Maybe then they would see,
Just how prefect you can really be.

 

Reflection

I wrote this poem as an assignment for my Literary Landscapes course in Ireland. Inspired by my renewed connection to the earth and current political events, I wrote this poem. It was a way for me to express my frustrations with the lack of action to save our planet and stop climate change, an issue I am passionate about. 

 

I think it helps to personify Mother Nature into just that; a mother. If we treated the environment like we did our mothers, our relationship with nature would be entirely different. In that sense, I wanted to use that imagery for a more jarring impact on the reader. 

It was helpful for me to take experiences from other courses I had taken, like Global Environmental Politics, to weave into this poem. Drawing on lessons like land ethic cultivation and perspectives like ecocentrism, I felt a deep connection to the earth beneath me; something I had long taken for granted. 

 

It is my hope that as people travel and discover every beautiful corner of our world, they will internalize the need to preserve it and not just get their perfect Instagram picture. 

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