The Past Can Be Foggy For A Girl That Never Checks Her Rearview Mirror

~ heartprints ~

 

I drove all night and arrived at yesterday

          or perhaps it was the day before…

 

                           the past can be foggy for a girl that never checks her rearview mirror

 

Still, this is a chance to rewrite my story,

on this trip I must take

or to see what could have been

this stubborn part of me that refuses to  accept defeat

                

I can feel him here

 a phantom  

           drifting

 between the whisper of leaves

 in the morning breeze

                       or is it my heart trembling…

 

He was free in his wildness

like a drop of fresh water

flowing, often overflowing

knowing no boundaries,

no borders, no rules

Yes, free

             and powerful

                  so powerful, that I didn’t have to be anything…

                                                       but his girl

                                                                                                

The sun is warm on my face

reminiscent of his soft breath on my cheek

the linger of his touch

the ache deep within that longs for him

                               again and again

Yes, I know he is here

and we’ve tried this so many times before…

 

He favored hot cars (and drove to fast I may add)

It impressed women, it impressed me

Until I bought my own hot car

 

I know I should turn around

fly away, top down, tires screaming

no butterfly wings or pretty prose

just the wind

               teasing my hair

                        taking my breath

                            erasing his memory

 

But I fear I’ll never find a road that doesn’t lead me back to him

So, at least for today

              I’ll stay

                       soak up yesterday’s sun

                                             my heart on the run

 

    Yes, the past can be foggy for a girl that never checks her rearview mirror

Author's Note

poetry by MsJewel
photography compliments of pinterest

Reviews

[Tabby Mac]

I love this piece Julie! The spirit that speaks through it is one I like by for! I have friends with it! My grandma had it! The fun loving girl that enjoys being controlled for a moment but needs to be in control herself. The memory reluctantly runs back too that made her feel so alive then when reflecting she says "until I bought my own hot car"
She doesn't need him. She made her own way...she is the exciting one...Not him! She only craves him because he is more reckless than her.
Love how she does look back tho. Sometimes I wonder about my friends like this if they ever look back. I envy this spirit of freedom...this drive to move on and have fun! Like she says early on..."refuses to accept defeat"
I love everything about this piece! Well written!
Tabby

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment and compliment :) Julie

[cycy]

yup, we have all been her. ahhhh the memories, those darned things, never can leave you be and get on with your life. so powerful yet sexy too. loved it.

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The ladies love a bad boy, don't they??!

He makes them swoon, he drives them hard and fast and then eventually drives them away on the spirit of their own adventurous independent streak.
I sense a little female power motive in this piece, a rebellion against the man who dares to keep you on a leash.
A very different piece from anything i have previously reviewed of yours. One that is less swooning and more 'hooning'! Very well written as always.

[AprilRN1210]

now this is more like it ma'am! no frills, no sweet love song. this is pure attitude and makes no apologies for it. Life shouldn't be lived in the past, we are where we are. That stubborn, rebellious side helps us to survive, but it is also can be what holds us back. I have missed you. I hope all is well. Lovely writing as always. Think this is my new favorite :)

[barleygirl]

I was very much drawn in by your title, but then in the actual message I felt you painted such a vivid word picture, that it mostly contradicted your title (nothing foggy about this!) Your memories are a little disjointed as memories often are & I can relate to this a LOT: "this is a chance to rewrite my story, on this trip I must take or to see what could have been" . . . I understand how looking back can be a foggy experience (for me) . . . the rear-view seems to change becuz I evolve into a different person as the years go by. Anyhow, this is provoking many ideas about looking back! *smile*

[Island Hippy]

Aloha, this was a fun read, a great ride along with a bit of attitude. I think we all wish had a bit of that bad girl in us :) the image is perfect as well. Izzy

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words Izzy :) Julie

[Island Hippy]

You're welcome

[BBP]

I really like your writing style, it has a little bit of bad girl in it with a small piece of her heart still vulnerable. (reminds me of something my main character in my book would write.)

Yes, free
and powerful
so powerful, that I didn’t have to be anything…
but his girl

That line was ace...every girl dreams of having a man that strong that you only need to be his to have any meaning.

Nice write Jewel

[MsJewel]

I'm thrilled you enjoyed it. Thanks so much :) Julie

[Ardra]

But I fear I’ll never find a road that doesn’t lead me back to him
So, at least for today
I’ll stay

Loved your poem and the photo to go along with it...
thanks for sharing this wonderful creation

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment. :) Julie

[Trace]

They have an app for that now....
this is very insightful and thought provoking.
and an awesome read, The picture is perfect for the poem. I must be getting old because, although the legs are nice, I found myself checking out the dashboard trying to see what kind of car she was in.

Enjoy your style.

Trace

[aLittlePain]

A very cool ride self discovery and awareness! The metaphor is very slick! I enjoyed this very much. Regards Ray

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much Ray :) Julie