Poem: Jungle Sounds

I wrote this while sitting in a park waiting for my wife, and tried to think of a few lines to pass time. Originally posted at Seeds_o_Light.

Jungle Sounds
In a park
On a bench
Under open skies
of powder blue

I hear hums and murmurs;
Of sounds around me:

Baritone-mumblings of the 5 o’clock traffic;
Rolling-rumble of train wheels on tracks;
Ping-ping-pounding from a construction site;
Crackle-zing gizmo noise from a TV box.

Mother Nature is quiet
Or rather,
Her sounds are drowned
By the machine-life
Of the concrete jungle

There are sounds a-plenty
Yet I’m hearing

26 Aug ’05
Ivan Chew