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The Water Tower
by Glenn CurrierIt stands there on its four round legs
on miraculous soil
tilled quietly in the evening
by a few assembled gardeners
who break the ground with their honesty
and fertilize it with the humor of their humanity
pouring out their wounds and mistakes
mixed with victories accumulated one day at a time
watered with their tears
planted with tiny seeds of hope
and laughter and gentle jibes.
That water tower so unnoticed
so uncelebrated by a world
beset with the turmoil
of power, the pestilence of intolerance,
and all the dark monuments
of the human ego.
That humble water tower,
its blue belly full of liquid life,
of experience, strength, and hope
makes us look up beyond our ruins
and, like the moon,
remains steady, loyal and true
in its quiet majesty.
08/03/2006 Author's Note: Dedicated to my Thursday night group.
Posted on 08/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/04/06 at 03:24 AM This is unique and creative. I wonder how many really think about where our water comes from and how it gets to us each day. I think of the yellow water tower in the neighboring town, once a landmark all around, now pretty much "drowned out" by growth and the new bustle of the area. It really is a monument to life. Thank you for this reminder. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/20/06 at 11:34 AM the entirety of this verse is beautiful and
that last stanza could almost describe you, Glenn. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/20/06 at 12:06 PM Excellent poem Glenn. One of the ones I'd like to post on my own website. Love how it combines the physical as in the water tower itself with the spirtualism of the people who live and work around it. |
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