There is a rattle
deep in the belly of our not-so-old car
plastered with its political declarations and subtle confrontations.
It’s not a constant rattle, signaling its discontent only upon the first turn of the key, undetectable to mechanics and other passengers.
It’s been there for so long, I wonder if it’s possible that it was there all along.
But wouldn’t we have noticed it?
Wouldn’t we have heard it when the car was shiny & new & full of promises?
And now that it is a part of the whole,
there are many days when the rattle is missed altogether.
But, there are days, when the rattle roars, forcing me to recoil for just a moment.
On those mornings
when my silence is assaulted by the reminder
that all is so clearly not right with the one thing I am depending upon
I wait for the crescendo…
and then the fall back to a quiet pretense that all is okay
We do that sometimes in our daily life too 😊
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Wonderful poem! I especially liked your use of alliteration in creating the images. I think WCW would approve.
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Thank you!
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Your poem is quiet, which is incongruous w/ the rattle and the annoyance of it. Funny what we notice and don’t notice depending on the moment. Excellent poem.
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Yes, your poem captures so exactly those thoughts caused by cars of ‘what could be wrong and should something be done about it’!! It resonates with me especially your last line!
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