We used to ride
Those petty Jeepneys –
Old historic leftovers
From stark, nostalgic past.

Elbow to elbow,
Shoulder to shoulder,
None can withstand
The city’s traffic blast.

I sat beside you
Dead-eyed yet serene;
Brushing curious fingertips,
Feeling your tender skin.

Irritated, you squirmed.
Your heated look astounds me.

With smiles in my heart,
I’ll treasure that day
‘Though again and again
You pinched me.


About DCG

Poetry writing emerged in me as a channel to relieve my angst and aggression against life and express my emotions on subtle things. It became my diary for quite a while. Feel free to experience my thoughts. If you do require my feedback, please leave a note on my MESSAGE BOARD below. Thanks.
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One Response to Jeepneys

  1. Such a vivid memory. I can see it all so clearly. So well done.

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