Through the Windshield
Write a poem that traces part of your life story through the vehicles you've ridden in, driven, or loved. Perhaps, begin with a vivid memory such as a childhood ride in the backseat before seat belts were the norm, or the car you learned to drive in—was it freedom, fear, or both?
Think about the first car that was truly yours. What kind of car was it? Where did it take you? What did it witness—late-night drives, heartbreaks, fresh starts, or long road trips with the windows down and music loud?
Think about your favorite car, the one you are most sentimental about, the one that you loved most of all.
Think about one car, many cars, what cars symbolize for you.
Was there a car that stranded you, or saved you? One you named, or one you hated? Have any cars shown up again in your dreams, carrying ghosts, regrets, or pieces of your younger self?
Let the car be more than a machine—make it a vessel for memory, emotion, and motion. Where have you gone, and who were you, behind the wheel?
When you finish your poem, share it with Mr. Linky below. Then enjoy the poems of others who post throughout the week. (Hey, Folks, we all like comments!) The prompt will close Sunday night at 8 p.m. Eastern.
