Open Poetry #1 |
An old beat up truck... |
TheGreenPolarBear Junior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 38Kansas |
An old beat up truck slowly pulls out of the tattered driveway. Rust defines this aging workhorse and speaks to the many stories of its life. A single headlight shines in the growing darkness of another fiery Midwest sunset. The other was broken long ago, the victim of a child, a rock, and too much time in a city where there's too little left to do. Behind the cracked windshield, a man, aged not by years, but by reality, looks back at his crumbling house with a twinge of bitterness. The land he had nurtured for so many years had finally forsaken him, much like everything else in his life, and now, all he has left is West. Still looking back, he catches a glimpse of something beyond his old house. For a moment, he sees the stories of his life, and recognizes himself within the rust and broken headlights and cracked windshields, and he is no longer alone. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Begins to speak of "Grapes of Wrath..." a bit. Go further with the pain. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
"objects in the mirror are closer than they appear"...lovely, sentimental poem ------------------ Tribute to M.J. ... My One and Only ... Childhood Memories ... your countenance ... hoarse whispers ... serving wench ... stolen hours ... devotion ... Master |
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