Could talk for lengths
about manifolds,
hydraulics – hands
stained with grease
And when I offered
carefully manicured
heart, spoke words
of togetherness
Silence engulfed him
ducking beneath hood
wrench twisting –
relationship vanished
(Image mine)
Could talk for lengths
about manifolds,
hydraulics – hands
stained with grease
And when I offered
carefully manicured
heart, spoke words
of togetherness
Silence engulfed him
ducking beneath hood
wrench twisting –
relationship vanished
(Image mine)
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Awesome, because you can see the care in the word choice (hydraulics”; wrench twisting”; “manicured”; “greased hands”). Strong ending as well.
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Thanks for noticing.
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Welcome!
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Sometimes we live in two different universes – our mates and ourselves. I hear you.
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Thanks LuAnne.
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I love how pithy this poem is. It’s perfect!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Very special, VJ. I particularly love “carefully manicured heart…” That stood out and really touched me.
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Thanks Debra.
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That line struck me as well.
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Did you know that the 67 Shelby had a 428 V-8 with a bore and stroke of 4.13 x 3.98 inches? 🚦
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I might have known that once, in a former life, lol. Your responses always make me laugh Mike.
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Love this!
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Thanks
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