rusts away at itself
in your isolated
corner of a curb
empty in it's
silent contemplation.
You've lived so many years
yet you've never seen a thing
just the street and
the cars and
the violence of rain.
You've felt ice
beating down--
leaving dents,
leaving scratches and
you've forever been
stained with
egg yolks and
ageless compassion
hugging mile by mile
in worn down tires
with rubber that still
cracks with the slightest of pressure.
You're not so pretty, darling
but you still know how
to take a hit from
a thousand fists
an still live to
tell the story.
Author notes
My car.
I never drive it, but it's so old and worn down. We've driven it for ages and it was used before we got it, so other people have been inside and have traveled so many other places. I still wonder what could have happened in that car before us. It was a nice car in it's day (Mercedes? Chyeah.) and now it sits in our driveway and no one really touches it.
I've always had this weird connection with it in a morbid way. Despite its deteriorating condition, the front still looks like it's smiling in this pained way.
A contest entry
- Inanimate Objects... by surface--tension.
600 points, ended May 21, 2008, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ohhhhhhh...fantastic.
I love the obscurity of it... it's a device I use often.
The last few lines are strapping and intense with a lower profile.
Congratulations...a worthy gold here!


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It must be a hard life. I never thought of it before. Even though it's not pretty, it's been faithful and hardworking. What a story it could tell if it really COULD speak and write poetry.
A very original write.
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well I must say that this was really interesting! I really liked the fact that you picked something that I would have no thought to write about.. Yet you pulled this off so well!.. I wish you the best of luck here!!
Angel
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that's awesome. well done

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This is really cool, and it's funny how the background pretty much is a picture of the exterior of your car.
Sorry if that was underhanded complimenting there. Again, formatting is really nice and soundwavish. Wheee. . .this was a fun contest, eh?




