As a tree-hugger & conservationist, I am alarmed with how we humans impact our earth and our fellow planetary travelers. Especially with how we drive other species to extinction. And it comes up many times in my poetry – often as an apt metaphor to how we are driving ourselves to extinction as well, spiritually if not physically. Or it may be my metaphor as to being abandoned, neglected, something precious that is lost that cannot be replaced.
A few days ago, the last male white rhino died. And this portent has been bouncing around my head.
So today’s prompt is “last male white rhino”.
So … shall I share one of my extinction poems? This one features talkeing to the old Nordic gods.
So I have been trying a new format for sharing my poetry, using pix of the poems rather than typing them in – as WordPress does not allow any indenting of lines and that formatting is integral in much of my poems.
I identify myself as a Pacific Northwest poet. I have been writing poetry since 1976- and yes - I have been using the pen-name Ariel all this time! I can often be found writing in the Willamette Valley, in Pacific forests or along the Coastlines on Oregon.
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Ariel, Pacific NW poet 
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