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| The Sunday Muse |
You found my eyes alluring
my glossy lips tantalizing
you thought I'd fit perfectly
into your packed life
A small city suited you best
driving the newest compact car
conjuring big plans but, your
vision was limited, perhaps
the neon lights were blinding
I, on the other hand, needed
room to grow, space to wander
riding a mustang bareback
wild and free
my hair blowing in the breeze
A small house with a vast view
trees as
tall as the city skyline
the only gleam at night
would be twinkling starlight
You never saw past the mirror
image, did you ever take the
time to look into my eyes
Wiping the heavy mascara
that obstructed my view
leaving a smeared lip kiss
on my compact , tossing
it on the bed....
A compressed goodbye, you'll find
me living a full life with plenty
of room to roam...out on the
prairie or in the woodlands
spiritually growing the
heartland inside
linking with the The Sunday Muse
Thank you for visiting
author's note: I felt she had a bigger story
so, here she is at the crosswalk
The compact metaphor here is deep and wonderful Truedessa! I love the lines and the message they hold.
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie for the comment and all you do to keep the Muse going.
DeleteI love that she stayed true to herself, out where she could ride wild and free. Yay.
ReplyDeleteThe image with the odd reflection made me feel it wasn’t who she really was…
DeleteSad when two people don't share the same vision for life.
ReplyDeleteIt is sad but, then some people don’t try.
DeleteLuv the way you used the compact in its restricting quality
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💜love
Thank you Gillena
DeleteNot everything is meant to be. Sad but true.
ReplyDeleteSad but true…
DeleteSometimes love can't survive difference and need. Great Write!
ReplyDeleteIt’s about expectations.
DeleteThank you
ReplyDeleteI like the way "compact" works its way through all the images!
ReplyDeleteThanks gbit, I just started thinking about how people are compacting their lives due to covid and some are realizing new needs.
DeleteFunny, man rides in it while a lady has it all the while in her purse! Wonderful write, True!
ReplyDeleteHank
Hi Hank, interesting comment.
DeleteOops, stay away from the pockets. Purses are much better, they open more easily. I love riding in my top-down Mustang, glad you mentioned that. You also gave us a fine ride here too, a fine read I liked.
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Thanks Jim, I always wanted a convertible but, it’s not really practical here with harsh winters. I settle for a sun roof or moon roof. I never quite understood the difference. Lol…
DeleteSounds like she's found freedom from the image someone else sees. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteI felt she had a deeper story so, I gave her one. The beauty of writing.
DeleteTruedessa, your poem reads like a rock opera. Love how she wipes away the mascara and leaves a smudged lip imprint on the compact she tosses on the bed before she leaves...
ReplyDeleteHaha Your comment made me smile.! Thank you for that.
DeleteLove your use of compact throughout. She has the better life!
ReplyDeleteI hope so…
DeleteI love how you turned the image into a treatise on the compact mirror!! Beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen
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