It's too late, baby

by CD Richards

When solastalgia's all that we have left,
long after the last tree has disappeared;
and animals are only found in books,
we'll finally regret the course we've steered.

Our callous disregard for this, our home,
is like a babe demolishing its womb;
the Earth which gave birth to the human race
shall in a little while become its tomb.

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* with apologies to Carole King.

Today's word: solastalgia (n.) mental distress or nostalgia sparked by environmental change.

My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.

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Though we really did try to make it*

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It's too late, baby

by CD Richards

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