Dirt

It was something I came up with when I was riding a train, and I saw the sunset slowly giving the dirty river a gentle kiss.

Riding a train going nowhere,

I looked outside to see the sunset.

Its orange rays were warmly kissing

my cheeks, the towers of concrete

surrounding the dirty river.

 

While everyone else saw dirt,

I saw beauty.

 

I closed my eyes and drifted off to see

you beside me.

 

Your long hair falling gently to your shoulders

reminded me of Grade School, when

I used to write scrummy poems on pad paper.

 

Your skirt that looks like a curtain

reminded me of High School, when

he danced you 'till the night was over.

 

Your light blue tank top

reminded me of College, when

we said our goodbyes on the third floor.

 

The orange hues were hugging your body

tighter than a mother clings to her newborn.

 

I opened my eyes, and you weren't there.

 

While everyone else saw dirt,

I saw you.

Reviews

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

This is awesome, Kabayan. Something clever. Why would someone see a beauty in the parade of dirt?
Nice structure. It has a fine flow...the rhythm. Good word choice.
Well-done! Keep writing.

[Laminators Dubai]

thats a one warm rhyme...but beautiful and sound...
thanks for sharing this warm rhyme^^