The Source

February 15, 2010
By JWShell BRONZE, Edmonds, Washington
JWShell BRONZE, Edmonds, Washington
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The hose is loose
and water makes a river in the gutter.
It roars quite quietly. I pass by.
Running down the street,
it glistens like cellophane,
clinging, moist, to the concrete.

It takes a turn, makes a bend
down the hill,
where it runs out of sight
past the lonely man in his garden
past the children in the driveway
the dog’s eyes slitted narrow like bleeding wounds.

The sky is blue
and the stream rolls and sputters.
It’s foreign water, soothing the asphalt, stealing my eye.
I make the bend, and under my feet
the river eases woe and strain
roaring, rolling, running, bittersweet

A beautiful waste

The author's comments:
The great Irish writer James Joyce once wrote in a letter to his brother, "I am trying to give people some kind of intellectual pleasure or spiritual enjoyment by converting the bread of everyday life into something that has a permanent artistic life of its own." When I first read this statement, this interest in and reverence of the mundane fascinated me. Then, not long after, I took a special interest in a hose that was running into the street as I walked home from school. Water is the earth's most precious resource, and I was saddened to see so much of it go to waste. This was my inspiration for this poem about that waste.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jul. 23 2011 at 6:12 pm
iW0ntRunThisTime BRONZE, Paris, Other
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Very nice!

kysh15 said...
on Jun. 23 2010 at 7:28 pm
kysh15, Edmonds, Washington
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I love the last stanza, you're really good


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