The morning begins with the rising sun.
The couple ventures out to get a drink
by the use of a compact blue car.
The girl feels used and played like a toy
and sees the future filled with tears--
over the horizon, a looming silence.
Not even a minute into the ride, the silence
consumes the atmosphere inhabited by the sun
leading the girl to break down into tears
for what the boy thinks is just a trip for a drink,
not knowing the girl feels like an abused toy
whose only purpose is to drive the car.
Acting as a shield and barrier, the car
protects the girl from utter and complete silence
with the tick-tick-ticking engine from a toy
driving straight towards a raging sun.
An innocent drive to get a soda drink
has now begot hot hurt and cold confused tears.
"Why are your eyes brimming with tears?
You aren't fit to be driving a car,
Just park here, and we can get a drink,"
the boy said to break the still silence.
The girl shook her head. With disapproval the sun
frowns and looks down unto the battered toy.
"No. I don't know why you care for a toy.
You shouldn't have to deal with tears,"
cried the girl, once as bright as the sun.
Putting the vehicle in park, she stopped the car.
"I don't want to sit in silence,
We came here to get a drink
So let's go get some Dr. Dew to drink,
Don't you dare think you are a toy.
Stop leaving me alone in this silence.
Stop crying. You're beautiful. Stop the tears,"
the boy said pulling the girl out of the car
into the light of the radiant sun.
The cascading tears stopped at the sight of the sun.
His smile broke the silence of the dead car.
Not another toy, the couple went and shared a drink.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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I like the title of the poem. I think more specific nouns will work for this sestina. It is well on its way. - elmeer
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