Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Classicism

The Old Car

I'd weathered you once more 
I'm afraid you'd become nothing 
more than that beat up old Volk's wagon 
out back absorbing all the fuel into your 

rusty pipes again once more I'd vaguely 
remembered chafe lessons and soil stained 
hanker chiefs stuffed abruptly into the seats 
as you returned from meaningless journey's 

while my mind completed your daring task 
of loving me somehow getting me back home 
beyond faint hues wild notions gathered 
so quickly upon my departure mostly from self 

I suppose madness had occurred over time 
going quite unnoticed among the norm holding up traffic
waiting on you to start an yet the satisfaction varied 
throughout a pastoral past time of head lights blinking 

off and yet on again by the switch of a tampered emotion 
calmly I gaze over the grand grandeur of it all 
well the tow truck has arrived let's get you hitched

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Thomas Mansfield August 12, 2014 at 5:52 PM Oh for the joys of owning a car literally on its last legs. But they have served us well and we are reluctantly to part, even when we know the inevitable is imminent. Thank you Yolanda. Lovely words.

Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen August 12, 2014 at 5:38 PM I would like to thank poetry soup for so much exposure on my tears fears my sheer joy of writing poetry since age 6 in Chicago after touring Germany Italy all over America the simple things in life began with the word.....