A Different Kind of Beauty

The last thing I remember,
Is the smell of freshly fallen Jacaranda,
That sweet scent surrounding my sinuses,
Each flower delicately touching my skin as it fell,
The wind whispering in my ear “I have a story to tell,”
Smiles from the sun cast down in rays, creating shadows,
Restless rabbits running for shelter in their furrows,
Endless possibilities, joy that knew no bounds,
Nature uninterrupted, pure smells, pure sounds.
Then I blinked,
It is all I did; I closed my eyes and opened them,
Just in time to jump out of the way of a speeding truck,
Paper bags replace the flowers on the ground,
Used condoms, discarded wrappers where they were once found,
Buildings tower, look down upon me, filled with pity,
The wind rushes past my ear giddy with felicity,
The sun smiles harder beating on brows,
Businessmen and briefcases look up with frowns,
Everything is rushing now; everyone has a sense of duty,
Some say it’s ugly, I call it a different kind of beauty.

  6 comments for “A Different Kind of Beauty

  1. May 20, 2011 at 5:01 pm

    I once read an article that questioned the notion on polution killing earth. it proposed that maybe nature created us to pollute. that somehow she needed plastic or nuclear waste and so she invented us

  2. May 20, 2011 at 7:13 pm

    No it's ugly. But the poem's beautiful.

  3. Anonymous
    May 23, 2011 at 12:27 pm

    I love it, keep it up bro

  4. May 23, 2011 at 2:42 pm

    Baru… Your ability t link situations to each other always makes me happy.

    Mercy.. So you will fall under some I presume :)

    Anon Thanks.. I'll try :)

    Spread the word! =)

  5. Sal
    May 23, 2011 at 8:18 pm

    Awesome Michael! as always love the ryhme :)

  6. May 24, 2011 at 12:30 pm

    Why thank you :)

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