She dances with dirt,
loving the earth like she loves colors,
like she loves her mom, her brother,
she loves the grass, the plants
more than she loves the flowers,
she loves the dirty pretty of earth.
she dances with the ground,
plays with the bark of trees,
the rough texture on her smooth hands,
her dress ruined by the sharpness and cobwebs,
dirty against pretty, a merging,
a dirty pretty, a messy love.
she plays with the frogs,
imitating their croaks,
laughing, laughing her pretty laugh,
against the harsh tones of her tiny green friends.
The bright of her eyes,
enhances the bright of her world,
and she sees more than i do.
Each spider is a mystery,
each pine tree her personal miracle.
she's an eclectic mix of rough and smooth,
of harsh and calm, of neat and mess.
she's a dirty pretty,
the prettiest dirt of all,
a mix of masterpieces,
beyond me.
A contest entry
- Titles! by Walking Oxymoron.
700 points, ended December 28, 2008, 25 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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This is truly beautiful---amazing and you are so talented...so much imagery here, if only I could think up something as magical as this....welldone I think You will do well in this contest ;-) that is such a special poem!!! xxx bless be
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WOW!!!
You're only 16??
This is a masterpiece!!
Lovely the gentle reflection it seems to have, the soft memory, whispered voice feel.
Incredible! Wow!
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