The perfect wheels used in racing acceleration
for a cruise by the heart,
are on the gleaming chariots bought
on resolve's installment plan,
financed by vows and visions,
driven in obsession across the lanes of day,
along the mind's endless highway
across that dark and deserted stretch
between where one dwells
and the destination written on a map
with the sandman's ink,
spelling out the directions
to a palace
seen on a dream brochure.
What vehicle is driven in the head,
is always new and never fails,
based on the pitch of assurances
from one's inner salesman,
maintained with desire's dollars,
fueled by passion's pump.
It breaks down from disappointment,
left by the side of the road
that decided lead to nowhere.
Tow truck of inspiration called
while deciding if that model was worth salvaging.
Sometimes strolling the empty strip of solitude
abandoning that transportation
because it ran out of quit running,
always aware
there will be another chance to possess
a vehicle that you hope
will take you all the way to happiness.
Author notes
3http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/luvlessromance/l_12aab00f92106586fd80645396e4240d.jpg
A contest entry
- B&W Photo Prompt Contest by Girl With Guitar.
700 points, ended October 30, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I haven't been here in awhile and you won't like my analogy. Yet, being a big boy, I'm certain you can take it. Of course there is always the opportunity to downgrade my work which will be an acceptable trade off I suppose. From the moment I began reading I found myself on the reverse side of a mirror I use often searching perhaps for an image that fits my work. Most times that is difficult and time consuming. Regularly I cannot find one because nothing seems suitable. That is not because I am so great, it is just that nothing I look at was ever in my head to begin with. When I began reading your piece I instantly was aware that this was a contest piece based on a photo. That is not a bad thing, it is just for me a weak thing. The images in my mind are not addressed by someone's 'prompt'. Again no offense intended. That is just me. So let's erase the photo and look at the words and verbage. The beauty of what you wrote is so true, what we dream about and what we actually live. They are so distant for most of us. You always seem to possess hopefulness about tomorrow or somewhere, or someplace. The brochure that fills your mind. I have less optimism, but don't count me out simply because I won't play 'contest' anymore. There are lines on my hands that say to you, "Bravo!" There are lines on my face that hope I can find some perfect wheels soon. Be well my friend. RC
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I love the overall metaphor in this and also the idea that I see behind it. You've taken the image to another place, turned from a literal object to an almost imagined one, being that it's part of the journey all of us must undertake, in order for happiness. Excellent job, I really enjoyed this. Thank you for the entry.
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Wouldn't be great if there was a "carfax.com" for relationships. Heheh, Great take on the PIC.
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You never fail to totally captivate your readers. This is amazing. Good luck in the contest.
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excellent
This poem reads so very true....
Excellent imagery in the poem as well
Love the pic to go with it..
Best of luck in the contest
This is a winner in my book
Hugs
Your lil sis
Susan~~~
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I love it!!!!!
What vehicle is driven in the head,
is always new and never fails,
based on the pitch of assurances
from one's inner salesman,
maintained with desire's dollars,
fueled by passion's pump.
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