Climate Museum helps high schoolers create climate crisis poetry | Climate Artists


You are dreaming, they sang as I swam on. You are dreaming, the bubbles whispered against
my skin. Every mother dreams. You are dreaming, sobbed the slow endless
tide. I was born on a green eon. You are dreaming, you are dreaming. The Earth blinks black, but the cosmos blinks
back. Okay, now what I want you to do, hearing those
lines again, I want you to think about what order you guys would put that in, as a group,
right? I’ve really liked, like performance poetry
for a long time. So I saw this as an opportunity to get into
something that I was interested in. And also, like climate change is like a big
problem. And like I knew that I needed to do something
about it. And this was perfect. And we need everybody on board because all
the scientific data in the world does not match an evening like this, when people can
be moved and touched and feel what’s really at stake. Dear greenhouse gas, I can’t believe I thought
I’d like you. That I fooled myself into thinking that I
wasn’t like you. The world will never be the same, call the
crisis by its name, climate denial. All it takes to break those chains is mindful
living and small steps that still make a difference. My poem is about how childhood and innocence
was lost. As the climate crisis grows larger. My poem is about how climate change really
affects the youth. And I drew from my personal experience with
natural disasters. The other big note that I would give everybody
is points of focus, I think will help you. We all have a lot of beautiful, vivid imagery,
right? And so when you have that, I would say make
sure that you’re, keep your image out there, right? When you’re talking about what you’re seeing
or what you’re describing, see it out there. It doesn’t need to be internal. Sorry little girl dreaming of octopi and jellyfish. Sorry little sister. Sorry we did not try to swim until we were
drowning. And some of us not even then. Climate change, oh that’s just a theory. I scuff, if it’s not real, why do I feel the
symptoms of an incoming epidemic? The doctor said there was only a sliver of
a chance that I could survive this. So he told me not to get my hopes up. I think that it’s just really important to
think before you act in general. And that solving any environmental issue isn’t
an easy task and it’s important to really take some time to deeply think through the
best solutions before you take action. So my poem essentially personifies Earth as
a mother. Like the common saying, mother nature, and
in this poem, she’s asking humans, her children, to come to terms with the damage they’ve wrought
on the environment. One day, I’m doing to have a daughter. I see myself holding my baby named love and
I see her first breaths being contaminated with pollutants and chemicals. I see her first tears to signal her first
breath. And they’re coming out in streams of oil. Hollow fires crackling, smoke darkening, children
asphyxiated by a cloud of debris, no more movies. Even so, I am bartered. Traded for a new factory here, a new mine
there. I’m affected. My relatives in Greece have to evacuate their
homes just miles from raging wildfires burned by climate change. Even when the weatherman said it would hurricane,
I swept the tropical storm under the carpet category of mythological weather phenomenons. I have heard the screams of the young. They are breaking sound barriers, telling
the people with power that their beautiful Earth needs to be salvaged. That she is dying. But you are not there to mourn the mothers
dreams set alight by factory fumes. But I told them, that even though my cells
have produced enormous amounts of carbon emission waste and lit my lungs on fire, I still believe
they will one day redeem themselves and realize that my body is their home. And through their actions show they have come
to understand that. I think like from this experience, the youth
is really concerned with climate change. And I think it should be an issue that everyone
is concerned about. I want people to see that things that they
do have an impact and that it’s a bigger problem than just themselves. And that they really need to start doing something
now because like the children are the only ones who are speaking up right now. And they need to do something, because they
caused the problem. Once upon a time I believed that the world
was perfect.

1 thought on “Climate Museum helps high schoolers create climate crisis poetry | Climate Artists

  1. Is there free speech on this channel? Lets find out. This crisis has manufactured Greta the "climate star" now we have climate artists, this is insanity!? The climate has always "changed" with extremes of hot and cold, there's nothing nice about the climate on earth it's always been violent and extreme, this perception that the climate should always be sunny skies and perfect temps is ridiculous, nothing could be farther from the truth. Why is this NORMAL climate change now called a crisis? There's been a sudden and major overuse of the word "crisis" this is nothing but fear mongering propaganda designed to incite fear, sad to see the kids falling for it. Michael Mann lost in court because he refused to show his data, a lot of "climate change" hysteria is based on his "hockey stick" graphs, Mann manipulated data to support false warming trends. This manufactured "climate crisis" will lose in the court of the people who are awake to this crisis scam. https://youtu.be/e92U5HzBuLI

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