My car is not just a car
It is a Japanese pony
And together we race the wind
Hardly mindful of legalities
At least, in our imaginations
If we were caught and put in jail
I think I would do well
Sitting by a window thinking of things
But my silver pony would forget
Its metal framework
And think instead of its
Bold heart, now chained.
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2018 04:07
- Category: Reflection
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- User favorite of this poem: Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose).
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Comments4
Well written and expressed
A poem about a car just squeezed my heart and made me smile. That's a talented pen! And now I'm concerned that I've insulted the silver pony by reducing it to "car"...
Thank you Heather. Well he's on my mind a lot these days - he has been a friend and never left me sitting on a highway in the dark. But he's getting old - like everyone else in my life! Yes and I'm weird that way - I have a lot of inanimate friends........ as well as free-living wildlife in my garden that seem to like me too............. Enjoy your day!
oh wow , i am really liking this one .. very unique.. very clever.. the japanese pony .. enjoyed reading this ..
Thank you yellowrose!
I am reading through all your poems, sr! So glad I found you! Love your writing and your imagination!
Welcome to the club....we are all a little odd. It's that poem writing thing.....
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