listening to the sounds,
earth turning seasons,
waves pounding against
distant shores... fishing boats
setting out to sea....oil rigs
pulsing in demonic rhythm...
big trucks barreling down
faceless interstates... tractors
getting ready to rip the earth....
babies being born, lovers
groaning with passion...
gunfire, bombs exploding!
the silent whispers of the homeless...
gravediggers digging graves.
carpenters pounding nails...
elephants trumpeting, lions roaring,
the hawk's wings beating against
the sky.... and the old woman
dying... the empty room echoes
the prayers of a forgotten life.....
the sounds of living and dying,
anguish and ecstasy... amen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'the empty room echoes the prayers of a forgotten life' After reading what precedes this line, this line really touches the heart of the reader. Another of your excellent poems, Eric.10