By Angela Noel
June 1, 2017
The man works on a car–fixes its engine, buffs the exterior–long hours of loving pains.
Maybe he smokes a cigar. Maybe he drinks a light beer. Or maybe it’s Pellegrino.
Maybe he has a family–a son, a wife. Or maybe a daughter, the apple of his eye.
Maybe he writes sonnets that touch the infinite in a journal hidden among the tools in his garage. Or maybe he listens to mixed tapes of Madonna and Beethoven on an old, grease-stained boombox.
Every day . . . every hour . . . he loves the car more. Each bead of salty sweat escaping his brow is a tear dropping.
Eventually, nothing more can be fixed. The car shines like a new morning after rain.
The man smiles. Maybe he lifts his hand to touch a smooth fender, but stops. His stilled hand hovers. His fingers curl inward, hugging themselves. He lets his breath go, a deep exhale. Maybe then he turns the lights off and closes the garage door. The night envelopes him.
The next day, the car is gone. Sold for a dollar to a poet who understands.
This story is dedicated to everyday poets, whose work speaks for itself.
Your turn: Who are the everyday poets in your life?
A final note: To my surprise, this little blog was nominated for a #BloggersBash award for Inspirational Blogger. The criteria is: Who consistently inspires you? Is there a blogger that’s thought provoking and inquisitive? Or perhaps they have become a muse to you with constant provision of inspirational content or imagery? Who’s the one blogger that’s touched your heart? This is the nomination for them.
There are lots of wonderful blogs nominated. Check them out, and vote for your favorites! Click the image below or here to vote. Voting ends June 2nd.