Combustion Engine

We were broken generators

A fiery charge we tried 

To mechanize

To normalize.

Greasing every corroded gear.

A force ignited, like the combustion engine

Of a ’96 Ford that carried me in a vessel

Up two hours of Turnpike.

Underneath overpasses--manmade monuments.

We were star-crossed, like the romantics say

A match that wouldn’t burn so slowly

It oxidized

Then fossilized

Antiquated with the coming year.

It was gritty, like the inner workings

Of a ’96 Ford that carried me in a vessel

Down two hours of Turnpike.

Over rivers and around mountains--changing air pressure.

We had more voltage then that car battery

A perfect balance of electrons

When polarized

We paralyzed

Shockwaves to the atmosphere.

I’d like to think that we sent such energy

Rocketing through the universe in a vessel,

And for a time, there was nirvana.

I drove back through a new dimension--time renewed itself.

Author's Note

This is a very preliminary version of this poem. I'm still working on cleaning it up but I like the organization and concepts and wanted some feedback!

Reviews

[Ana B.]

A very original and inenious pice. Marvellous ideas and theme....love the closing stanza.A wonderful job!

[Nicki]

I thought it was wonderful! I loved the repetition and it flowed incredibly well! Great Poem!