The Gutter

A poem, which connects the gutters along the side of streets to... well, life.

The water rushes

Sending the oil rainbow

The silver lining

Of the cloud of life

Into the drain

The endless pit

A world where thoughts

Cease to exist

This is the gutter of all imagination

Author's Note

I am new to poetry, so be blunt! I need feedback!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I felt the flow and from and style of your piece works well to convey your meaning. This piece was really nicely brushed with imagery.

It brings back memories of being a child and standing on the street watching those rainbow hued rivulets of water run down the sidewalk and into the drains. I always thought it was pretty, even as I grew and came to understand that it was oil upon the surface, they still held beauty. I felt as if they represented mother nature cleaning the world and washing away the grim with it's own form of colorful love.

Great Ink! Thanks for sharing!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[amdc101]

I like A world where thoughts/Cease to exist
Really nice poem

[TawnyBlueStar]

Hi, not quite sure which way to think about what this means - Imagination is draining away, or imagination runs through us all. either way (even if my idea of it is wrong XD) I really like this. Short and sweet. "The silver lining/Of the cloud of life" I love this bit :)