Sainz

Wrote this in class :)

It speaks

In every language.

It's very fast.

It passes every vehicle

On the track. 

The roads are silent until it roars.

Light can hardly hit

The bolt it speeds at.

It can hardly be seen.

It takes 

all the attention

At the top.

Red, yellow, 

red again.

Flying overhead

Rolling r’s

It sounds so deep

The fastest sounds it can be.

Listening intently,

Watch it recap,

Glistening water sparkles in the sky.

It’s won,

That beauty it is.

It’s won again

Author's Note

Comments appreciated <3

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

when i was a little boy, my mother tells me, we used to stand by the railroads and watch the trains pass. we might stay there for fifteen minutes, sometimes. and every time the trains passes i'd start jumping on the spot in excitement. i've lost all interest in machinery these days, but i so admire people who love cars, planes, trains, etc. i find it their passion so infectious and it reminds me of the child i used to be.
i'd be lying if i said i can relate to this poem, but poetry is not about finding similarity but finding empathy. the way you write here is catching and there is jubilation in these words. i love it when people talk about what they love.