It's Still Life

Still Conflicted

Seeing is believing, they say.

Flip that global warming switch.
Again. You’ll see, they say.

I read that
meat production warms the plant.

So I stopped eating red meat,
but I would love a thick steak
instead of this boiled lifeless egg
and bread white and soft as cotton.

It’s wrong,
bringing a child into an incinerator.

No trees in the fields,
nowhere for crows to escape us.

Will that child bring
living things into this incinerator.

It’s a starry night,
the night is full of bright stars,
all wanting to fall.

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These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.