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And moisture will be waving again its last drops in the air
Perhaps, you will understand then
by the time hot days will be curing the grass, perhaps
But anyhow your heart will be embraced in red
In a violent red flame
Smoke and cough
Spreading through death
Freely
Without a break
From grass to grass
Storming into the fine mesh of bushes
Burning out loud yet
Like climate and change
Fire and life
Death and land
Truth and roots
Aborigine is Heritage
Beauty and Knowledge
Elders knew what were the words
mOfred
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This was my contribution to the fifth ICORP news report.
Above average rainfalls during the last triple event of La Niña in Australia have led to prolific vegetation growth, increasing risk conditions for unprecedented grassfires next summer 2023-2024, more destructive and deadly than ever before.
"Firefighters fear that grassfires occuring in hot, dry and windy conditions worsened by climate change could unfold on a scale never before experienced, potencially overwhelming emergency services at times, and placing comunities at great risk.", as in words of Greg Mullins, founder of Emergency Leaders for Climate Action and former commissioner of Fire and Rescue NSM.
I am the silent hiss
Slithering through memories
The wooden whispers are feeling me with
You will soon notice
I am curving your wheeze
Tour cough, your will
So rapidly I grow, you see
I am embracing you all
Engulfing in flames your inherited thoughts
Your manners, your culture, even your ghosts
Anything I can touch, into ashes I will turn
Yet more than a century here, I count
MOFRED
🌹Thank you!
This is m'y contribution to the second ICORP monthly news report. Thank you @wha_artist !
(an aide-memoire of extreme Pakistan floods in 2022)
my special thanks to @wha_artist , for giving me the opportunity to participate with my poetry in the ICORP monthly news report. (ICORP stands for the ICOMOS International Scientific Committee on Risk Preparedness) 🐾
Once upon a time, not that far back
Days were blowing from the starving sea
Attracted indeed by the extreme heat
They kept blowing for weeks
There was no ending, nor was there peace
Driest than ever, the land was not able to drink
Not even the Giant Monsoon could drench it deeply
Although It did not stop knocking the bricks
It did not stop pushing, neither
But the ground was to baked to be kissed
And the pain yet to harsh to be embraced
That a few more drops sufficed the river to break
All demons then were cursed, for it cried in despair
Those suffocating tears overwatering, one by one
Entire villages, the whole field
Everything but time drowned along with stones and lime
No mercy was there
Heritage just vanished, submerged
We, Who still remain
Are witnesses ti the excess
MOFRED
🌹thank you!