What a terrific metaphor Julie. Life, from time to time will remind us of loss, of what was, or should have been. And there we are, within ourselves, seeking answers to all the whys. Or as your line says: "on nights so lonely there's nowhere to turn/except to ride in comfortable silence..." And as life usually does, shows you different paths to: "I can finally breathe..."
the open road can be so therapeutic .. i have owned and ridden HDsons from 1967-2021 and a few little English Sports cars .. first of all .. i think this is so relatable ... at night .. county back roads .. maybe even a little misting rain .. not enough to pull over or put the top up .. we can loose the hurts .. the wonderings about which way to go or where to go .. you just keep driving .. it's very concrete to about very important times in life .. experiencing that loss, pain and not knowing ... i enjoyed your ride, Ms. Jewel! the pic is stunning as always .. and it's a Porsche!! i think you are a lady with class dear friend
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The open road beckons and offers freedom and escape from memories that can haunt the mind. It can heal a lonely heart and I speak from experience. Your poem is simply beautiful Julie and touches the soul like your writing always does. Take care! Have a happy Thanksgiving.
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Thank you for your kind words Dara. Happy Thanksgiving my friend :) Julie
Such an impactful write that's brimming with sensual imagery and a yearning heart. much enjoyed and thrilled to read you work once again after too many years away!!!
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I'm thrilled you enjoyed it Tom. Thanks so much :) Julie
A long ride to anywhere or nowhere in particular can release stress for sure! Perhaps tis the feeling of liberty, no plans, no specific destination, but the foot down and proud, the eyes focussed on the future rather than the once visited but gone. The picture is a great lure but.. the words are even more memorable as the reader re.reads two or three times.
' unable to focus until - left reeling from the whiplash of his final impact'
' painting vistas just for my eyes - as welcome as the sun - rising in the sky '
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Thank you for your kind words :) Julie
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Times when we need think, write, then - remember and realise that somehow, some time - it's not word.. read moreTimes when we need think, write, then - remember and realise that somehow, some time - it's not words but the heart that has to let go.
I've been writing poetry for 15 years. My poetry isn't unique in any way, but it is written from the heart.
I have trouble keeping up with everyone's poetry, so please send me rr's.
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