Hey there, Mint! Rebel here for a short review!
Mint wrote:I used to look at the sunset and marvel at its beauty
We would tell each other, "you know those beautiful colors are caused by pollution?"
It was a joke then,
Not untrue, but said lightheartedly.
To cope with our existential dread
We look at the beautiful sunset
An interesting start to the poem - it seems that the poem is named by the its first line, cliché but cool. The narrator discusses with another (perhaps their loved one, or perhaps humanity in general), in joculation, that the beautiful colours of the sunset is caused by pollutants. My interpretation of "To cope with our existential dread" is to cope with the existential dread of climate change/global warming, or perhaps a personal thing of the narrator.
Mint wrote:Today I looked at the sunset
From my spot in the Arizona mountains
From my parents million dollar home that was dropped on top of the desert
It's beautiful there, at the house.
It's still surrounded by life.
Today when I looked at the sunset I saw dark pink smog over Phoenix
It used to be light
Baby pink kissing the horizon
Saying goodnight to the dark blue sky coming in.
It looked like smoke, but over everything.
The narrator describes the present time when they look out of their posh home now - perhaps the "million dollar home" is an allegory to how they, or well-off people in general, didn't care much about climate change before everyday things - sunset in this case - changed drastically. Also, I love the imagery and comparisons you have brought out in these two stanzas.
Mint wrote:The burnt yellow, pressed between pink-brown and the last light of blue sky,
It used to be orange-
A drawing in pastels that blended flower petals and sunlight into a blanket that covered the city.
This is my favourite stanza in the poem, the imagery, the alliteration, the stress pattern, the beat - everything just rolls off the tongue perfectly when you read it out loud.
Mint wrote:You know those beautiful colors?
They were made by pollution.
Now we don't laugh.
The colors linger much lower than I remember
They do not cover my dread in awe
You know those beautiful colors?
Well, they used to be beautiful
And we would joke to ourselves about how they were made of pollution.
I guess, in hindsight
It wasn't very funny
And the perfect conclusion! The change in nature is highlighted by the narrator, someone who lives in a posh home - used to be almost untouched by the plaints of the common man and their suffering caused by climate change - is now dreadful of their future and the future of humanity in general. The imagery and alliteration is cool too.
All in all, a cool read and an urgent message to humanity. Well, keep writing! :p
P.S.: This review is brought to you by Team Tortoise.
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