Breathing the Sun

Written for:  Sunday Muse #169
Let that hot desert sun
paint my face. Want to forget
the Winter, the City, 
that chill that sets in
your bones, so that you
never feel warm.  

Car rides along, strong
breezes blow through
my hair.  No cares, 
for I am a merely 
a passenger without 
responsibilities–
at least for a while.

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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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13 Responses to Breathing the Sun

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    You have captured all that is wonderful in the image Sara! Lovely!!

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  2. fireblossom32 says:

    Everything is just for a while, when you think about it. Ride on!

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  3. Sunita Prasad says:

    You did a fine job with the given prompt, Sara!

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  4. Gillena Cox says:

    let it go for a while, indeed

    Happy Sunday
    Much💜love

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  5. wyndolynne says:

    Car rides are a great way to just let everything go. This is a perfect vacation in a poem–the sense of home spooling out behind one and the illusion of infinity ahead.

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  6. writingwhatnots says:

    Love that feeling of temporary freedom 😊.

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  7. Beverly Crawford says:

    Ahhh, a carefree passenger. What a pleasant thought!

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  8. Beverly Crawford says:

    Ahhh, a carefree passenger. What a pleasant thought!

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  9. Helen Dehner says:

    Few things bring me as much joy as a car ride thru the countryside ~~ top down in my 21-year old Cabrio! You captured the feeling!

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  10. Jim says:

    This is so very nice, Sara. Its the feeling I get when I go for a ride with the top down in my Ford Mustang.
    ..

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  11. Susie Clevenger says:

    Oh those precious moments of being are passenger without responsibilities are food for the soul.

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