The Past Can Be Foggy For A Girl That Never Checks Her Rearview Mirror

~ heartprints ~

 

I drove all night and arrived at yesterday

          or perhaps it was the day before…

 

                           the past can be foggy for a girl that never checks her rearview mirror

 

Still, this is a chance to rewrite my story,

on this trip I must take

or to see what could have been

this stubborn part of me that refuses to  accept defeat

                

I can feel him here

 a phantom  

           drifting

 between the whisper of leaves

 in the morning breeze

                       or is it my heart trembling…

 

He was free in his wildness

like a drop of fresh water

flowing, often overflowing

knowing no boundaries,

no borders, no rules

Yes, free

             and powerful

                  so powerful, that I didn’t have to be anything…

                                                       but his girl

                                                                                                

The sun is warm on my face

reminiscent of his soft breath on my cheek

the linger of his touch

the ache deep within that longs for him

                               again and again

Yes, I know he is here

and we’ve tried this so many times before…

 

He favored hot cars (and drove to fast I may add)

It impressed women, it impressed me

Until I bought my own hot car

 

I know I should turn around

fly away, top down, tires screaming

no butterfly wings or pretty prose

just the wind

               teasing my hair

                        taking my breath

                            erasing his memory

 

But I fear I’ll never find a road that doesn’t lead me back to him

So, at least for today

              I’ll stay

                       soak up yesterday’s sun

                                             my heart on the run

 

    Yes, the past can be foggy for a girl that never checks her rearview mirror

Author's Note

poetry by MsJewel
photography compliments of pinterest

Reviews

[Tabby Mac]

I love this piece Julie! The spirit that speaks through it is one I like by for! I have friends with it! My grandma had it! The fun loving girl that enjoys being controlled for a moment but needs to be in control herself. The memory reluctantly runs back too that made her feel so alive then when reflecting she says "until I bought my own hot car"
She doesn't need him. She made her own way...she is the exciting one...Not him! She only craves him because he is more reckless than her.
Love how she does look back tho. Sometimes I wonder about my friends like this if they ever look back. I envy this spirit of freedom...this drive to move on and have fun! Like she says early on..."refuses to accept defeat"
I love everything about this piece! Well written!
Tabby

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment and compliment :) Julie

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The title is indeed a hook of intrigue and the atmosphere you create gives the impression of someone who is a free spirit and indeed spirited and driven but who has been bitten and is now poisoned with the dna of this lothario with his slicked back hair and the hood down. No matter how she strives for freedom he haunts her. There are elements of romance and sensuality and yet an inner struggle in this one Julie.

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much John :) Julie

[onceloved]

:) This is way I have always love reading your poetry so much tenderness in them felt every word. About an undying love written so beautifully what once was can be again a beautiful love with no boundaries and no rule in it. :) Larry

[MsJewel]

Thank you Larry :) Julie

[Giulia King]

I love this poem! It has a wonderful flow! Really loved reading it :)

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much :) Julie

[redzone]

Julie this is breath taking, top down, heading into what can only be oblivion, that love that never ever fades away and your car knows the way automatically... and I have to agree with Lydi, I too think this is one of your best poems written... and a poem I too could write over and over again though not nearly as good or well said...

Julie, you rock the pen...

redzone

[MsJewel]

You are too kind Curt. Thank you :) Julie

[Valentine]

For some of us, that road is the only one we really want to be on. Nice write Sweetie. Valentine

[MsJewel]

Thank you lovely lady :) Julie

[Lydia Shutter]

This has to be the best poem you have ever written, my friend! The intense honest emotion"drove all night" right into my soul. The longing, the bittersweet memories, the impossibility of driving away from it no matter how you try. Amazing work....and, yes, 100/100! Lydi**

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much Lydi. I appreciate you! :) Julie

[Einstein Noodle]

a negative feed back loop all caring fathers warn their daughters against ;{
love the title! great pic! hot cars (57 Chevy of course)
yep ..she should run ...no doubt in my mind ... this is a case of no mind ... all heat! ;)well told Ms J
E.

[MsJewel]

I believe my father would have said run as well! Thanks so much for your comment :) Julie

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .....................

[DIVYA]

Dear Julie,

The title of the poem drew me so and the story is very beautifully told...

The wild one always stays on, I'm afraid. One keeps running yet its a circular path looping around on itself.

The concluding lines sum up this truth wonderfully...

"But I fear I’ll never find a road that doesn’t lead me back to him
So, at least for today
I’ll stay
soak up yesterday’s sun
my heart on the run"

What I find special about this poem is the confronting of the Phantom, accepting his drifting presence and soaking in his warmth, even if for a brief moment in time. Many try to keep the door tightly shut, stay in denial.

A very attractive layout and photograph too.

Appreciated very much!

[MsJewel]

Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. You made my day :) Julie

[DIVYA]

You are welcome. It was such a pleasure to read :)