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| "Details" © Margaret Bednar ~ i & I ~ 2012
My first one was turquoise
jeweled with pink scrolling swirled all 'round, even dull green hood and black bonnet She matched my jeans' inserts
belled lovingly by hand
and her Vintage? born 60s Mine in the psychedelic 70s.
Eager to go on a running pop-start,
easy slide into worn cloth seat,
held together by unchanged oil,
heated by engine air in motion
She preferred not to stop--
Broken master cylinders--
quick right-foot pedal lifts
on long slow-down upgrades
My flag of freedom, she took me
from divorce to MFA, and when
she could no longer move forward,
her reverse gear kept her alive
Running groceries up and garbage down
a steep communal driveway, where
I last saw her at the bottom, hood less
and home to yellow and orange flowers.
Written in response to "The Sunday Challenge, Take # 2 with Margaret Bednar"
at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads.
Copyright © 2012 S.L.Chast
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Where does inspiration lie? Everywhere! This is my attempt to shape breath and experience into words.
24 June 2012
Flagship
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Impressive, what a life she had...what a witness of yours!
ReplyDeleteand I love that reverse gear that eventually kept her alive and the place which is now her home... Amazing, beautiful.
Love it Susan.
Thank you again, GoZoa! I want to hear the story of your names.
DeleteHow charming! These were great cars in their day, and so much a part of our stories, as you have shown so well in this poem.
ReplyDeleteSo, it wasn't a bad guess that we all either had one or knew someone who did! Kerry thank you for your regular visits and you comments on my poems!
DeleteNice journey of your life from the perspective of the car ~ I like the flag of freedom, and finally seeing her at the bottom among the flowers ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday to you ~
Happy Sunday back! Thanks for visiting again!
DeleteYou made me think of my very first vehicle, a turquoise VW microbus in that pale aqua shade no one makes cars in anymore--for some antiintuitive reason, we called her Ruby. I love your ode to this thing of metal with a soul of freedom, enabler of escape, of self-expression--there's nothing like your own set of wheels for that, and the ending, with past/car as a living sculpture, is just perfect.
ReplyDeleteGood, "pale aqua" is right. "Ode" is too. Microbus! How very classic. Thank you for the detailed response.
ReplyDeleteMy first cat was a white kitten named "Red."
BTW--cat's eye--I have lots of those stones.
She has personality!!! Love this:
ReplyDelete"My flag of freedom,"
Great write, Susan!!
i am slightly jealous...the one car i wanted and never got....and my cousin used to have one we would tool around in...until it ended up under a semi...but that is another story all together....my first car was a pick up...cause i grew up in the sticks...smiles...
ReplyDelete"Pick up sticks" That came through some brain deadness--LOL.
DeleteI LOVE this, especially her turning into a huge flowerpot at the end:)I had a small Honda somewhat the same.
ReplyDeleteNeat. Thank you Sherry.
ReplyDeleteA car is a link to so many things. I love old cars. They are pieces of art. It sounds like your car was a faithful friend who is happy to retire among the flowers
ReplyDeleteI agree with all of your points! Thank you for visiting and commenting.
DeleteMost enjoyable. Every car should take on a personality. Wonderfully portrayed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, David. That means a lot to me!
DeleteHome to yellow and orange flowers is a fitting tribute for her! Thank you for writing to my photography and choosing this "old car". My 18 year old daughter's dream car is a vintage light blue. (keep dreaming... :)
ReplyDeleteIt was fun to write to your art. I loved that you took a picture of a VW bug headlight. First I laughed and then I remembered. So, Thank You!
DeleteThis was great fun to read. I read it to my 10 year old daughter who loves to play slug bug. We would both kill for your old jeans.
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