DECREPITUDE

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In the back lot

Behind an old grease factory
A hulking metal shell of a car
Is trying its hardest to return
To the earth from where it once came

Rust flowers on its doors
Have blossomed and climbed
Up its pillars and onto the roof
Blooming brilliant red and orange in the sun

Sills have fallen through
Leaving rusted holes to be filled
By the flowers of weeds
Prettier than any flowers money could buy

Rainbows of refracted light
Resting on the faded, torn seats
Cast by the in-fun smashed windscreen
Caused by those who still know what its like

To be young
poetry
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
nice imagery!


agreed, very good.
Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top

you do have a way with words my wordsmith friend.

 

nice pictures in my head while reading this. good shit Maynard!

Ashes of the Singularity II
Reply #3 from JoeUser Forums Top
Mark,

I liked everything about this one. Well done, mate.
Reply #4 from JoeUser Forums Top
I feel sorry for the car, thinking Herby in the scrapyard wasting away. Good post, well written.
Reply #6 from JoeUser Forums Top
Well done. I am that car. Moskowitz
Reply #7 from JoeUser Forums Top
Whip,

Thanks... Glad you enjoyed the imagery. Good to see you

Jennifer,

Thanks to you too.

Elie,

Glad you liked it too, mate.

Chris,

Thanks for your support. When are we going to see some poetry out of you, mate?

Poison5,

Thanks for your comments. The car I had in my head was something like a 30's Ford but I guess a VW does the trick too.

Shovel,

To answer your question: yes. I was one of the kids who broke the windscreen in this poem. We'd spend hours playing in junk yards as kids.

Buddah,

Glad you liked it but I don't know about you being the car, mate. How do you look with flowers growing out of various parts of you?