Vintage Car


My heart beats strong, when comes along, a vintage car.
My mind, my eyes, are mesmerized by its sleek style.
Most certainly, I long to be behind its wheel,
But tends to be beyond reality, by far,
Since cost exceeds my meager budget by a mile.
So, I’ll suppress this big excitement that I feel.

But oh how I’d, just once, love to be blessed to feel
The treat of driver’s seat within a classic car,
As it moves down the open highway mile by mile,
Expressing bygone days in its own vintage style,
While its fine V8 engine travels near and far,
And calf-skin leather gloves might grip the steering wheel.

With brightest shine of polished chrome on each car wheel
The white-wall strips on them give real dynamic feel.
Its two-tone paint and characteristic looks go far
To lend a sleek and chic uniqueness to the car.
Detroit’s modern sculpture of solid iron style
Makes a moving statement on each and every mile.

Its tooled white leather seats give looks that go a mile
To lend an air that’s debonair behind the wheel,
A most essential option, made to ride in style.
When top is down, it’s meant to give an open feel
Of a magnificent, romantic motor car —
A rich, substantial vehicle that takes you far.

It’s just the most exciting thing I’ve seen so far.
Although it burns up gas in tank loads by the mile,
I wish that I could still afford to own that car.
I’d gladly jump inside, and love to grab the wheel.
It’s very fun to just imagine how I’d feel
To cruise about while traveling in classic style.

Of course, my friends would laugh and say it’s not my style.
I need not to pretend to wealth, or go this far,
To be accepted by my friends, or just to feel
Worthwhile, because they know I’d go an extra mile
To help a friend. It doesn’t take a fancy wheel
or buy some happiness, because I have a car.

It’s still a thrill, by far, to see a vintage car
And to imagine every mile in classic style,
Or dream about how it might feel behind the wheel.

Author Notes:

I spotted this vintage black and white Buick Electra in a parking lot and had to take its picture. I love to look at classic cars from the 1912’s through the 1960’s. They just don’t make them like that any more. The nostalgia is palpable.

This poem is a Sestina.
A Sestina poem repeats words throughout the poem. The line-ending words are repeated in the stanzas that follow using a specific rotating order.
A sestina has six 6-line stanzas. The last stanza has a 3-line “envoi” which incorporates all the line-ending words, some hidden inside the lines. So, there are six formatted sestets and a closing tercet.

The pattern for the traditional Sestina with the 6 line-ending words is shown below, where the numbers represent the chosen repeating words. The words don’t need to rhyme, but they may. The poem can be written in any meter of lines, with iambic the most common.

1st stanza 1 2 3 4 5 6
2nd stanza 6 1 5 2 4 3
3rd stanza 3 6 4 1 2 5
4th stanza 5 3 2 6 1 4
5th stanza 4 5 1 3 6 2
6th stanza 2 4 6 5 3 1
Final Envoi stanza 2–5 4–3 6–1 or any combination of two of the words per line.

For this poem I chose the following words: 1-Car, 2-Style, 3-Wheel, 4-Far, 5-Mile, 6-feel. The meter is iambic hexameter (12 syllables, or 6 poetic feet).

The picture was taken by the author himself in September, 2014.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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