his first car wasn’t much
but it had contours that
ignited his heart for speed
the bright color drew the eyes
of men and coy smiles of women
it broke his heart the day
it went to the salvage yard
but his memories remained
- Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday #198 - Fuzzy Frameworks
Nice use of contour in that first stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you Maria.
DeleteI really like the clarity of your writing here, Arcadia. Clear as cool spring water.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, JadeLi.
DeleteI felt a tinge of sadness for him.💔
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thanks for reading Melissa.
DeleteMaybe getting too attached to a car is not that healthy (I feel)
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks for reading.
DeleteLove it, Arcadia! Sounds like my husband. 😀
ReplyDeleteWhat is it about the contours of a great car??? I am not certain but I know with certainty I enjoyed your quadrille.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen.
DeleteI've never been particularly interested in cars myself, but I can see why others like them - and your poem did a great job of explaining that, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Nicole.
DeleteNice one, Arcadia!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteLoved what you did with this prompt, bringing back memories of my first car, though it didn't turn anyone's head, alas. 😀
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