She writes third place poetry, as neighbors come and go.
She loves the smell of cheap perfume and five and dime for show.
She's touched the four directions, white hair sneaking cross her head.
She rests in meditation-tapestry of life she's spread.
You might wander past her window when the spring is melting through
And hear her singing silly songs about the morning dew.
While she writes third place poetry and loves the smell of dirt.
Five and dime bought jewelry is all it takes for her.
She may dress in jeans and cotton. She just might dye her hair.
But she dreams upon the summer night with wings of rainbow stare.
She's had her share of diamonds. She wouldn't wear a fur.
The fine upstanding public might not think twice of her.
She's traveled up the spiral of the great pretenders path
And she's found autumn in her falling past the traps of real regret.
So she writes third place poetry. She wouldn't blink an eye.
At the loss of her last bauble, she won't lay down and die.
Cause she loves third place poetry and the smell of cheap perfume.
People are her passion. In her heart there's always room.
Author notes
Thanks for the inspiration. It may not be what you had in mind, but it brought an idea together that I have been dabbling with for a while. 
Written December 19th, 2005
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Wow this is a really great poem great words well done.
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Hahahaha. My lying eyes missed the minimum part. Thats okay though, you gave me the motivation to finish a piece I have been working on for a while and was wondering if it was ever going to come together. That is always reward in itself. I don't think I could have done it without the contest prompt.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment even though I missed a rule . Fortunately, I am getting new glasses for my birthday in about a week so hopefully I will be a bit more thorough next time 
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I really admire you for this poem I would never have been able to get something out of this picture I posted at all
in fact, if some words weren't in there, I would have been thinking you just wrote something and entered without looking at the picture
Very well written, unfortunately your poem doesn't go with rule 4
I asked to have minimum 25, maximum 30 lines... yours has 18 
Thank you though for taking the time to enter this contest really appreciate that!
Leander -
Wow great imagination here. I really enjoyed it.
You have a lovely flow to your poem and it is a pleasure to read.
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Jan -
Hi my friend, yes this is so much like your normal style. you always write with down to earth sensiblity that makes you Unique. Merry Christmas my good friend. image
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Thanks so much, abigail. . I am glad you could see the contrast. And you are right. It isn't her sorrow or her loss. She knows what she likes and doesn't. She has chosen paths deemed simpler and often unnacceptable by more proper social circles based on her own heart rather than the commercialized sense of self that is often presented to us by our televisions . So glad you stopped by. I love hearing from you.
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this is quite sad in her own world but for her this life is great and only the others who dare not see know this, beautifil piece and the line
she's travelled up the spiral
of the great pretenders path
is an amazing set of words love this lol abigailxx
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