Raucous Sentiments

There's too much noise

silently, the trees leave the forest

and the streams run from the valleys

our land is loud

while the skies are cracking from the din

of cacophonous winds

gray to black lies whirl in tumultuous storms

fiery ash sparked flaming to red

so much chatter 

where the whispers are the voices of confusion

it is a delusion

secrets low and vile 

hollywood's pedophiles 

babies sacrificed 

innocence lost

there's that and, "i don't believe in evil" 




and ears

all listening to the data 



constant beating of the drum

that noisy banging



Are we hearing it? 



Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-24 at 17:14

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Good question. What do we hear now? Is it totally governed by the media? Does it have to sell? Do we really care? Have our priorities been compromised by money and convenience? What would Jane Fonda from the 70's say if she met herself today? Not that I am picking on her individually. A 1969 Lennon or Dylan? Thanks for making us think.

I hear the beating of that drum loud and clear. Not in the silence of my woods, but it's the sound of a planet hurting and screaming for help. I hear it in your words and in my mind constantly.

The language is lively. Excellent.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
These words resonate (loudly), and "the constant beating of the drum" is wearing and fraying nerves.

In the country (I don't know about anything else) people have nature at hand to balance the noise. It may help, it seems to, a little, at least until we come in the house and tune in.