Thursday, April 8, 2010

Cherry Blossoms

Our little blue car
parked outside our favorite hang-out
slaps me back to the past

buying that car was torture
the pretentious purchase dance
teaching you to drive a stick

road trips kept us young and sane
the tent, the cooler
each other

I cherished our torrid love
shared on the road
nothing mattered more, until

the brutal passage of time
careers and obligations
sent us staggering apart

nice to see your little blue car
draped in a pink canopy
of wind blown cherry blossoms

it can only mean
your life must be better now

~ J. D. Mackenzie

(inspired by nanowrimo prompt #8 from among favorite love metaphors)


  1. Nice job, moving from present, to past, back to present. Great work.

  2. Dan, geez, 90% of what I write is accidental -I didn't consciously intend this but now that you mention it I like the device. Thanks for the feedback...

  3. It all sounds so terribly reasonable.
    Reminds me too much of my first husband!

  4. I love the ending of this poem...

  5. nicely done...also like the ending....thanks for sharing your words

  6. Ah, this is beautiful. Great ending indeed.

  7. JDM,
    Love what you did here!

  8. I love the image of being "slapped" back to the past! Great!