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Vehicle
by Bruce W Niedt
He jumps-boards
his blue bike
kick-pushing pedals,
peels out of driveway,
long streak of rubber
written on rough pavement.
His vehicle vaults curbs,
climbs asphalt hills,
banks into turns,
barreling through self-made breeze,
and transforms
to imagined transportation:
a noble steed,
a NASCAR racer,
or just as suddenly,
the Space Shuttle.
And then, back from the prairie
or the Pocono 500,
or the outer edge of the planet,
he parks his fantasy partner
and goes indoors,
still driving his daydreams.
07/28/2004 Author's Note: Written with "Anglo-Saxon" lines: each line is broken in half (roughly) by a pause, or "caesura", each half-line has two stressed syllables (some of mine have three) and each line should contain three alliterations.
Posted on 07/28/2004
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 08/01/04 at 02:36 AM Very interesting form! I found myself reading two different ways...along the breaks...wonderful descriptions..what a ride! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/01/04 at 12:40 PM This poem made me both happy and sad, as once upon a time it could have been written for me, an avid cyclist in an earlier life. I grew weary of repairing flat tires from jumping all those curbs and high speed shuttle flights. As the saying goes, "thanks for the memories" Bruce. :o) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/07/04 at 12:26 PM Definitely Anglo-Saxon subject matter. Not essentially subject matter I'd revel in, but here the form is complementary & I can appreciate the imaginative structure and the tme and effort applied to writing - so, unexpectedly enjoyable :> |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/15/06 at 08:15 PM Well said poem, bub! ;) |
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