Classic Love
For the love of a car20 total reviews
Comment from Eleanor Buron
My goodness - Joe has never forgotten his first car. ;) Great poem! Like many love stories this one ends sadly - "compressed block" - ;) The rhyme and rhythm are great. Again your poem tells an interesting story.
reply by the author on 10-Sep-2012
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My goodness - Joe has never forgotten his first car. ;) Great poem! Like many love stories this one ends sadly - "compressed block" - ;) The rhyme and rhythm are great. Again your poem tells an interesting story.
Comment Written 10-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 10-Sep-2012
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Thank you Elly, glad you liked the poem. Blessings, K.
Comment from jlsavell
Sweet Kace, you are the best. How very original is this work. Love the personification and metaphorical value of this exquisite work, the ending just perfect.. oh yes and your birthday is coming very soon. Did you know it is the same day as one of my daughters. She is such a beautiful person, as are you.. love you much girl... jimi
reply by the author on 09-Sep-2012
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Sweet Kace, you are the best. How very original is this work. Love the personification and metaphorical value of this exquisite work, the ending just perfect.. oh yes and your birthday is coming very soon. Did you know it is the same day as one of my daughters. She is such a beautiful person, as are you.. love you much girl... jimi
Comment Written 09-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 09-Sep-2012
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Jimi, Thanks so much for your kind review; yes, we have two birthdays this month! I'm glad you liked the different slant on a love poem - so did the reviewers. Love, Kace.
Comment from adewpearl
My very first car was a navy blue Buick Skylark :-)
Good use of rhyming couplets
Excellent use of personification
I love the love story but am crying that he ended up a compressed block :-) Brooke
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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My very first car was a navy blue Buick Skylark :-)
Good use of rhyming couplets
Excellent use of personification
I love the love story but am crying that he ended up a compressed block :-) Brooke
Comment Written 05-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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No, he ended up from a block to a clock!Just wanted to write something different - so far everyone loves the change. Thanks Brooke. Blessings, K.
Comment from angela59
very touching and i loved the humour at the end, such a lot of love and even cars have to change their ways!!!!!! good luck with the comp. angela59
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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very touching and i loved the humour at the end, such a lot of love and even cars have to change their ways!!!!!! good luck with the comp. angela59
Comment Written 05-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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G'day Angela, Thanks so much for reading, glad you enjoyed a different kind of love story. Blessings, Kace.
Comment from cheyennewy
Hi Ace,
This is wonderful poem for the love poem contest. It is different and compelling. The theme is creative and each line has been composed with care. I like the words and the theme. Well done and good luck in the contest....blessings, chey
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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Hi Ace,
This is wonderful poem for the love poem contest. It is different and compelling. The theme is creative and each line has been composed with care. I like the words and the theme. Well done and good luck in the contest....blessings, chey
Comment Written 04-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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Hi there Gal, Thought I would write something totally different! Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it. Love, Kace.
Comment from Nanette Mary
Hullo Aussie ...
This certainly is a different king of a 'love poem' but I like your descriptive words allowing us to visualise the car to which your words are dedicated.
There is nothing to suggest changing. I like your last two lines ... "He became a compressed block - Scrap heap junk - recycled clock. I suggest - Scrap-heap junk ...
As this is a Contest entry, I wish you well.
Love from ... Nanette Mary.
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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Hullo Aussie ...
This certainly is a different king of a 'love poem' but I like your descriptive words allowing us to visualise the car to which your words are dedicated.
There is nothing to suggest changing. I like your last two lines ... "He became a compressed block - Scrap heap junk - recycled clock. I suggest - Scrap-heap junk ...
As this is a Contest entry, I wish you well.
Love from ... Nanette Mary.
Comment Written 04-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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Dear Nanette Mary, Thanks so much for reading; wanted something different. Blessings, Kay.
Comment from Thesis
Every lover of cars can relate to the feelings in this poem. The idea that cars will last and humans die, was a good way to show perspective.
I enjoyed the poem, except for the sad ending. No good machine deserves to be crushed.
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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Every lover of cars can relate to the feelings in this poem. The idea that cars will last and humans die, was a good way to show perspective.
I enjoyed the poem, except for the sad ending. No good machine deserves to be crushed.
Comment Written 04-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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G'day Thesis, Glad you liked the different kind of love; all cars must go to heaven in little boxes - LOL. Kace.
Comment from visionary1234
ooh Aussie, this is a lovely write - what an unusual way to do a "memory piece" as I call them - love your personification of the beautiful car! A touching, unique write my friend!
:) Sharyn
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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ooh Aussie, this is a lovely write - what an unusual way to do a "memory piece" as I call them - love your personification of the beautiful car! A touching, unique write my friend!
:) Sharyn
Comment Written 04-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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Hi Sharyn, Tanks for reading, I wanted something different. Blessings, Kace.
Comment from Alan K Pease
My first car was a 1955 Chev Bell-not sporty or all powerful, but carried me faithfully with all my books for graduate studies to the University of British Columbia. It looked too conservative for the dollies for someone who was too shy. but taking two years off to work abroad I upgraded to a Mustang convertible. It improved my image. The first girl I dated later on became my wife of many years. Yours is lovely six quatrains with rhyme, rhythm and story.
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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My first car was a 1955 Chev Bell-not sporty or all powerful, but carried me faithfully with all my books for graduate studies to the University of British Columbia. It looked too conservative for the dollies for someone who was too shy. but taking two years off to work abroad I upgraded to a Mustang convertible. It improved my image. The first girl I dated later on became my wife of many years. Yours is lovely six quatrains with rhyme, rhythm and story.
Comment Written 04-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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G'day Alan, Thanks for reading, I wanted something different for a love story - glad you liked it. Blessings, Kace.
Comment from Spiritual Echo
It wasn't my first car, but the day came when I bought a Buick LeSabre T-version. A knock off of the grand National. If the black leather interior, the wood grain dashboard didn't seduce me, I got the shock of my life when I turned on the ignition and saw red and green lights prance across the gauges.
Never before or since have I ever loved a car and broke into tears when I sold it.
Fast forward, I now buy cars when my son (A service manager at a nissan dealership) deems it necessary to trade in, but never since have I ever feltt that outrageous or free.
I used to crank up the radio for my car 'theme song'....Wild Thing...you make my heart sing.
Great poem.
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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It wasn't my first car, but the day came when I bought a Buick LeSabre T-version. A knock off of the grand National. If the black leather interior, the wood grain dashboard didn't seduce me, I got the shock of my life when I turned on the ignition and saw red and green lights prance across the gauges.
Never before or since have I ever loved a car and broke into tears when I sold it.
Fast forward, I now buy cars when my son (A service manager at a nissan dealership) deems it necessary to trade in, but never since have I ever feltt that outrageous or free.
I used to crank up the radio for my car 'theme song'....Wild Thing...you make my heart sing.
Great poem.
Comment Written 04-Sep-2012
reply by the author on 05-Sep-2012
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G'day, Yep, those days, those cars were real; nothing like the imports with no heart today. Thanks for reading. Blessings, Kace.
