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The Hiss

by Chris Sorrenti


I remember the hiss
              traffic 
              seeping through adolescent window
                       the toil of motors
                       accelerating into one
and me
with syncronized heartbeat
             freshly licensed

little realizing 
               it was also youth's engine turning
                         pistons
                         pumping into a scream 
               essence exhausted quickly
into dank night air

and not far off in darkened wood 
                      winter
howling through the rusted carcass 
                      of an automobile

                            listening also

© 1992

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11/01/2008

Posted on 11/01/2008
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/01/08 at 07:51 PM

Great shape and structure - reminds me of some engine parts. I also love the metaphors here.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/02/08 at 12:36 AM

this is great chris, feels like a good memory.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/03/08 at 12:50 AM

The metaphors, the shape of the poem, the description, all come together to make a memorable statement concerning cars and youth.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/04/08 at 03:15 AM

"The toil of motors accelerating into one and me with syncronized heart beat." Thinking back I remember times like that as a young driver...Charmin

Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/04/08 at 04:54 AM

I like how the concept of youth is seen as accelerating but also as being exhausted. Youth can be seen as going by quickly but aging can too. Interesting extended metaphor that I think can be seen both ways.

Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 11/04/08 at 05:32 AM

WOW Chris. This is a great piece you have written. It has a symphonic rythym that grabs you from the start and keeps repeating itself long after the piece is over. I also love the topic. I am still that somewhat wild-eyed youth who still loves old cars. Did I say wow. Favorited.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/04/08 at 06:54 AM

Not some distant thing, but your own life as it echoes everso coherantly in your heart. What you do is so well is to communicate (share) that with us, in just the right words/images/sounds. Nice, nice job friend Chris. Thanks.

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 11/05/08 at 05:09 PM

Another gem from the Sorrenti archives - fabulous, and that last image is a knockout.... d:-)

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 11/06/08 at 12:20 PM

nice work, chris... it paints a picture, poetically and metaphorically - great work and a nice achievement to be no 1!

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 11/06/08 at 06:11 PM

This is perfect in form and execution. Life like, real and I love the metaphor. smh

Posted by Laurie Blum on 11/07/08 at 08:20 PM

Excellent.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/08/08 at 07:06 AM

A hiss i can still hear from my bedroom window..as honest a weatherman as any i ever had in my adolescent life...great memory stirrer, Chris

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