Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #335

Words:  final, groove, plethora, one, song, void, none, chime, design, soothe, sponge, vinyl

She soaks up fashion
like a thirsty sponge. Stands
in center surrounded
by a plethora of designer clothes,
shoes, and bags. Searches for the perfect one
of each. Chimes chant hours
of the clock–accompanying song
to move her along rows of racks. She knows
she is avoiding her problems, filling
her void, soothing her emptiness
with things–none of which can make her
whole. Oh, but that red satin dress
scoop-necked and shimmering, murmuring
to her. Those die-for sky high suede
black heels inviting her to step
inside them. The perfect bag snags
her attention with smooth sage leather,
betting she cannot walk away. They
are the final groove in her spinning
vinyl record of life.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Distraction

  1. jaerose37 says:

    There is a wonderful dreaminess in this poem – also love the Alice image in your side bar 😉


  2. dancjulian says:

    So compelling – the last metaphor of the final groove – the silent one wherein the needle gets stuck.


  3. colonialist says:

    An enjoyable mixture of words that love being close to one another. And tell a story. And accept the imposed ones, effortlessly!


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