Open Poetry #49 |
Shifting Gears |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Grinding it into second with a burned out clutch lurching along in my gray bundle of nerves mobile. A lot of miles under my hood and I’ve just sat way too long letting her go to hell. She’s hard to start, won’t run in the heat and smokes. On the rearview hangs regrets, guilt and shame in a handmade sachet scented in the lowest of self-esteems. There also hangs a teardrop crystal of joy and hope full of my rainbow dreams. Just to remind me where I’m going. |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
quote:Didn't think there were any of those old timers left (the car, not you). The smokers are even more rare. Entertaining poetry Lori. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Thanks Ari! I appreciate your comment! ~L |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"scented in the lowest of self-esteems." Ahhh . . . A bit too hard on yourself in my opinion. But liked the optimism following these lines. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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