Poets are word powered
Using green and renewable energy
Hardly any infrastructure required
Just a slip of paper and a favorite writing tool
Or even a capacious memory in a pinch
Taking letters and syllables and slippery sounds
Shaking them up and boiling them down
Creating spells through spelling
To boggle the mindful
But this energy isn’t always clean
It can be dirty when those words are unfiltered and unscrubbed
Fouling the atmosphere
With emissions
That heat the planet with unbridled passion
Melting even glacial hearts
Warming the climate of aloof self interest
Sending storms to batter quiet shores
These wordstorm wielding pens cut quick and deep
And though they don’t use carbon fuels
Poets leave a big footprint
David Trudel © 2012
