Inspirationally Gross

An observation merely. Rambling.

Graffiti upon the walls, 
inspirational messages 
to boost up passers-by
on the side walk, 
their backs bent just a little, 

hunched with burdens, 
and sweat which drips 
down the brows, disgustingly 
and dangerously close 
to dribbling down the chins...

not one amongst those pay 
a second glance to the other, 
each caught up in their own 
cycle of life, their legs fatigued, 
to the point of collapsing, 

and there...near the end 
of the pavement, a man holds 
his guitar steady, singing 
at the top of his lungs, an equally 
inspirationally gross song 

to lift up the spirits 
of weary individuals.

Author's Note

Captcha - unbitten.
Have any of us avoided being bitten?...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even those who have deal with depression....maybe they just work too hard, live too hard, don't stop and smell the roses..
and those stricken with poverty can sometimes seem the happiest. I also feel that graffiti is as much poetry as what we put on the pages here at WC.

j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I've often felt that way too about posting my stuff here...
Thank you so much for your words here, Jacob. Always appreciated.

[barleygirl]

This is a beautiful portrait of ugly lives . . . thank you for honoring the ones that others may turn up their noses toward. Your details are perfectly balanced between showing the starkness of hard lives while also never crossing the line into scorn or derision, always respectful (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I'm glad you take it that way, BG. Thank you so much for appreciating and your lovely words. Hugs back :)

[Robert Trakofler]

I do that too sometimes my fellow observer... it is fun to see the masses in there masks making motions...
the masks of defense are prevalent but occasionally you come across one that isn't wearing a mask and -just is- they will lock eyes with you as they pass sometimes nod.. sometimes smile some even will scowl a bit but the key is the presence. I always even in burden try to be present and i have noticed when the down lookers accidentally see me they look away in a dash of discomfort as i smile by them. something tells me you too have experienced this a few times:) oh dear your rambling made the bunny ramble too.
but I must say your ramble strikes poetic in this flow that you write

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Ah, yes. To the point that I've come to avoid eye contact myself in general...
Thank you so much for appreciating and your words here, BB. :)

[Relic]

Consumed with the rigors and hardships of life, the vibe becomes a part of the same existence. It's tough all over.

Good write, Dr.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for your words here, Tim. Appreciated.

[Jibey]

So it is for millions of people in our divided world.... Well observed and recorded.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for appreciating, Jibey :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An interesdting expose of city life and how we can be next to another human and not notice they exist and only care if we have to. The graffiti and the busker give the piece grit and a down to earth feel.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

That is how it gets, yeah. Thanks so much for your words here, John. Appreciated.