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Thursday, August 03, 2006
Dashboard for Poetry Thursday
Dashboard
As she was, a teen,
she swore she had captured
a Genie
(if you will)
in the dashboard of her car.
a baby blue buick skylark
with torn headliner
and questionable stains on
the back seat.
She recalls
as she wretched
one stain to life,
Genie had offered
Don Henley crooning
about Heartache tonight.
She vowed to never taste
tequila again.
the faintest stain
no, really a watermark,
(is all)
was hidden in a
creased corner
where she had
turned her head,
and repented.
she prayed
for redemption
and recognition.
Genie brought forth
a new wave rendition
My Best Friend's Girlfriend
It was fairly simple,
she thought,
still (he) couldn't catch the beat.
Boys have no rhythm
at all.
She always drove home alone
windows down,
eyes soft on the horizon.
Genie along for the ride.
He finally offered
the song she
wanted.
She knew all
the words
she
sang
them
out
loud.
wlf 9:23 am
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As she was, a teen,
she swore she had captured
a Genie
(if you will)
in the dashboard of her car.
a baby blue buick skylark
with torn headliner
and questionable stains on
the back seat.
She recalls
as she wretched
one stain to life,
Genie had offered
Don Henley crooning
about Heartache tonight.
She vowed to never taste
tequila again.
the faintest stain
no, really a watermark,
(is all)
was hidden in a
creased corner
where she had
turned her head,
and repented.
she prayed
for redemption
and recognition.
Genie brought forth
a new wave rendition
My Best Friend's Girlfriend
It was fairly simple,
she thought,
still (he) couldn't catch the beat.
Boys have no rhythm
at all.
She always drove home alone
windows down,
eyes soft on the horizon.
Genie along for the ride.
He finally offered
the song she
wanted.
She knew all
the words
she
sang
them
out
loud.
wlf 9:23 am
Go to Poetry Thursday for more....GO. GO NOW!!
Labels: Poetry Thursday
9 Comments:
I really like this one. Well done.
GOod one! Ask lynn at sprigs about those stains on the backseat.... (or not).
I really enjoyed this poem. What freedom.. the wind blowing through her hair as she sings along... like the genie too.
It was fairly simple,
she thought,
still (he) couldn't catch the beat.
Boys have no rhythm
at all.
This feels like the heart of the poem to me. Love her singing out loud alone at the end, screw the boys who can't get with it.
Great poem!
i love that i now have my best friend's girlfriend running through my mind...and the words that followed it...
"it was fairly simple"
yes.
fantastic.
Awesome poem - conversational and with great momentum. Flows well; great feeling of freedom and learning life's lessons along the way (that some men are dense!) - driving in the wind and sun - listening to music ... it's all there. I like it a lot.
"She vowed never to taste tequila again." That I can relate to!
I like this poem - Don Henley's music and Tequila! Sounds vaguely familiar... :)
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