the sounds from the sewer

Sewer

Sewer (Photo credit: Clover_1)

so many voices
crying out in the vast wilderness
a cacophony of our common composition
full of sound and fury and way beyond bitterness

so many points of view
that I don’t comprehend or understand
all trapped in self and individuality
and separated forever by the big plan

so many hands
reaching out to touch and feel
searching but not finding some ray of hope
for something meaningful to hold that is real

so many countless lost tears
washed clean by a cold rainy day
and swept away into a public city sewer drain
where now all is dashed and sounds are led astray

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  1. #1 by Alarna Rose Gray on November 12, 2012 - 4:05 am

    A very sad poem. But maybe this is why we blog? Our voices, finding somewhere to be heard, and ways to make each other smile… 🙂

    • #2 by RKHouse on November 12, 2012 - 9:01 am

      “Our voices, finding somewhere to be heard, and ways to make each other smile.” I like that.

  2. #3 by 35andupcynicismonhold on November 14, 2012 - 4:58 am

    this is a short and sweet way of saying it, the so-called human condition. man forever trying to reach out and failing, in several senses… what luck, what pity, what a conundrum. you put things beautifully. but must it really be sewer, sir RK? just my thoughts, sir… good day to you! 🙂

    • #4 by RKHouse on November 14, 2012 - 9:02 am

      It could be a river, I suppose. I guess if I had grown up on a farm like my Dad that I would have thought of that first. But, I’m a city boy. I grew up on cement side walks listening to the water run down into the sewer drains. 🙂

      • #5 by 35andupcynicismonhold on November 15, 2012 - 4:46 am

        ah, but a river presupposes innocence – unsullied and all that, lol. yes, sewer it is, i guess… modern civilization hardly brings us more civility and unity of spirits, eh?

        oscar wilde once said that we’re all in the gutter. it’s just that, some manage to look up. ahaha. hello! 😉

  3. #6 by omgvivienlopez on January 23, 2013 - 10:24 am

    It reminds me of that river in Greek mythology, the one in the underworld. Was it Styx? Where all broken dreams go?

    What we lost or throw out speak more about humanity. Perhaps.

    • #7 by Ronald Kirk House on January 23, 2013 - 10:21 pm

      A river where all broken dreams go. That’s an interesting concept that we don’t really have a modern equivalent of, I guess.

      • #8 by omgvivienlopez on January 26, 2013 - 6:43 am

        I’m hoping we’ll have one, though. Just for the hell of it. 🙂

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