iRelle

This was the city, towering over my childhood.
The noise.
And this was the river, oozing by,
Flowing, running, escaping, and yet
Still here.

You were the boy, black hair, brown eyes,
That grin.
And you are the man, curly hair, dark lashes,
Gentle hands, serious voice, drawling laugh.
Still here.

She was sleek hair and a malicious smile.
A sneer.
Now she’s red nails, poisonous lips, too much mascara,
Too much acid in that simper.
Still here.

I was the girl, frizzy curls, crooked smile
My dreams.
And I am the woman, broken nail, paint in my hair
Nothing on my feet but dust.
Still dreaming.

And this was my town – dirty, cold and empty
The street.
This was my city, my home, my life
But there’s nothing on my feet now,
Only dust.
Nothing on my mind now,
Only dreams.

3 Responses to “Dreaming I was There”

• iRelle Says:
  August 21st, 2009 at 10:53 pm

  and once more unto the rambling theme.
  This is something I finished writing about thirty seconds ago… I haven’t been back to re-read or edit or anything. So, let me know if you think something (good or bad, but say it nicely, please!)You’re the first people to read this.
• Andrew Says:
  August 27th, 2009 at 4:25 am

  aawww, Tis Sad and Reflective!! I like! Also Drawling, and Simper! Kudos!

  I like the end stanza alot! And Art Girl and Dark Man. Poor Vapid Vain girl, her only descriptions are cosmetic!

  Speaking of Cosmetic, I’d… lol, only cos I like patterns, but your last lines in the stanzas are like 3 “here”/2 “dreams” ..and.. 4 “still”/1 “only”. Sits funny for me. maybe 1(flowing?) /2(here)/2(dream)? or maybe “1/Only flowing” “2/still here” and “2 dreams with 1 only and 1 still”, so only, still, still, dream, only. with a tie up of dream on the end so it’s “only dreams”, bringing the package tighter.

  lol, it is excellent, you just made me all editorness, …lol, couldn’t help myself fell into a zone!.
• Koz Says:
  August 27th, 2009 at 10:56 am

  I really like this

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