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What was her name?

Updated on August 16, 2014
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Dog tags

arrow head

hanging from my rearview mirror

her pony tail

a disappearing sail

hanging from my imagination

streaked with auburn highlights

painted by the street lights

prism through my windshield

mascara river

trailing down her face

hanging from her lace

resting on my shoulder

the place

I gave her

solace

and promised her my love forever

what was her name?

she traced it on my chest that night

with the tip of her nail

now it hangs from my heart

like a shoe-boxed medal

forgotten in shadows

the love of my life

that one night stand

hanging from my gallows


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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Appreciate the visit, Deb.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Ah, the promises that we all made in the heat of the moment, the fantasies, the outright lies...

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you very much, Rasma.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      rebekah, I appreciate the compliment!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Great imagery on this one Wayne. Enjoy your poetry.

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      rebekahELLE 4 years ago from Tampa Bay

      I love poems that seem to write themselves. This reads like it simply flowed from your pen. Beautiful.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Sha, I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Or at least it's making your mind work! : )

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Wayne, what ever happened to the girl that stole your heart? Why was she just a one night stand? Were you so young that you found love in every tattered soul?

      This poem raises so many questions. I love this - your words stay with the reader long after the last word is read.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you very much, Linda.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Tom, thank you for the nice words and the vote.

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      Linda Rogers 4 years ago from Minnesota

      Another incredible poem Wayne. I love the way you use images to bring out the meaning in your work.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you so much, Jamie.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you shanmarie. I can imagine from a girls perspective this could take on a whole new meaning.

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      thost 4 years ago from Dublin, Ireland

      This is very good Wayne, I like the way it drifts. Will vote up.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Vincent, I'm glad I could bring back some of those reminiscent memories. : )

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you, Sir Martin.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Michael...time flew by much too fast when I was a younger man. The scary thing is that as I grow older, time goes by even faster!

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      I like the contrast between your use of long line and short line and how you alter the timing of the poem from slow to fast and then back again to emphasis the story. Well written, thank you for sharing, Jamie

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      shanmarie 4 years ago

      From a girl's perspective, this is haunting. Some moments, No matter how short they are, sear themselves into our minds forever.

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      Vincent Moore 4 years ago

      I can think of a few nameless from my past as well, they are trophies only in my mind now. Oh those were the days, Edith had it spot on:-) You always can take a subject and draw us in, the sign of a beautiful mind indeed. Thanks for the memories sir Wayne.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Thank you for this stroll of lifetimes ago.

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      cleaner3 4 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      awesome Wayne .. thought of when I was young with this piece.. too many girls ..not enough time ,,LOL