The firing of charged cylinders
With the power of silence
On all four she sweeps
In her majesty;
The cruising royalty of glistening comfort.
Litters on the roads
Honking at each other’s throat,
The dust the sweat;
Slime of heat
Frayed tempers.
The sweeping swishing manoeuvres,
Like the sword well-drawn
Out from the scabbard;
In cool rapidity: cutting
Through the shattering chaos.
She, like the slippery eel
Floats untouched.
Spiriting away in quick succession;
The learned giving
Friendly passes.
The heavy weights
Frowning in indifference.
The enthusiasts,
Full of gas;
Holding on to their kiddie’s pants.
Flaunting her sheer grip,
She zooms past
With a knightly zip;
In a
Class of her own.
Rarely, she meets her match
Be it shyncromesh or overdrive.
And the casanova
Dribbles in fun and comfort;
For, non dare underrate the Esteem.
A contest entry
- Open to all poets on Allpoetry apart from Winklings folk #102 by Lyndon.
3500 points, ended July 9, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Driving (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended January 13, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was a good read. Thank you for entering.
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I love the sheer power of auto control.
I had to smile with this knowing the ins and outs of of rush hour traffic, road rage, and then the smooth feel of power beneath the pedal on a long straight road with the T-Tops down and the wind in your hair....
however, I digress. Apparantly your imagery grabbed me and locked me in.
Technically, this poem could use a little work to smooth the read some and gain a better more gripping understanding. All in all, not bad.
A good poem. Thank you for your entry and best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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This is wonderful and filled with vivid imagery. I found it to be a rapid read almost like a rant. Thank you for entering our contest. Well done!
Love,
Amera♥
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