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 apassenger without responsibilities–
at least for a while.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
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.
You have captured all that is wonderful in the image Sara! Lovely!!
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Everything is just for a while, when you think about it. Ride on!
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You did a fine job with the given prompt, Sara!
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let it go for a while, indeed
Happy Sunday
Much💜love
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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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Love that feeling of temporary freedom 😊.
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Ahhh, a carefree passenger. What a pleasant thought!
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Ahhh, a carefree passenger. What a pleasant thought!
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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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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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Now there’s a cool car! Thanks, Jim.
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Oh those precious moments of being are passenger without responsibilities are food for the soul.
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Thanks, Susie!
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