Model T Ford

Great imagery at work here as metaphor, Myra. The closing lines are exceptional. I like this piece.

I felt as if I were looking at an old photo AS I read, going from photo to poem, agreeing that everything you said was, in fact, in the photo.

(I've got a picture of my grandmother in a "driving uniform" standing next to their first car, a Model A, I believe.)

Thanks, Sam and Matt.

Very fine, Myra, a compact vision of the great diaspora from land to concrete entombment.

Nice scope on this Myra and very expressive word choices. Nice

Myra, great poem, with strong symbolic imagery on the surface implying many levels of meaning beneath. I'm from Detroit, home of the Model T Ford, and that city now seems to also be "forever stalled." When "drought threadbared the land [along with pollution]" then "those souls of country birth" who are buried "live in the concrete work of city living" Have no land to which they can return.

Great poem. I especially like the closing.

Myra, this is ovely, evocative. You can just see their skeletal remains with the wind whipping

ps-- LOVELY is the above word

Myra, You got me with "buried them live/ in the concrete work/ of city living."

Nice irony here in surviving a wreck only to be "buried . . . live," the way broken vehicles are disposable, and then the people who used them are. A lot of history in a few lines!

Thanks David,J,Michael,Mark,Susan, Jack and Stephanie. Much appreciated :-)

Nice poem. like the line, "forever stalled"

Thanks, Matthew.

The ending gave me goosebumps. Beautiful poem, Myra.

Thanks, Dallas.

love the mood in this, a nuanced irony...the play between movement/motion and decay set up so well with the line, "Flying high its emblem wings, / forever stalled"

Thanks, Doug :-)

I missed this one a long time ago! Wonderful images, especially what the wind does. *