A poem: my violet

She sparkles in the sun
This beauty of mine
Cruising almost silently
The pavement beneath her
Feeling her tires
Gliding across
The stark grey ground .
A relationship
Formed in the distinct smoking
So clear The shining purple
The cold hard
Uninviting surface
With its cracks and imperfections
Taunting her to go faster
Flying barely skimming
The smooth gracious journey
The sweet sound of Cat
The lyrics and guitar
The wind of my soul.
Ah I feel utter peace
My temporary sanctuary
Slowly we glide to a stop
We are home
My violet and I.

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Is Violet your cat?

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My car. She is a Chrysler Concorde

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ah i see idk why i assumed cat lol

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It says cat in the poem but refers to cat Stevens

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Good work @FatMama.

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This poem kinda reminded me of the song “Neil and Jack and Me” by King Crimson…

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