Slow Car

Slow we ride
Into the blue horizon
Just a boy without a plan
& A girl with a heart of flowers
Leaving behind neglect and abuse
Running from the dark shadows of yesterday
Bruises on our bodies
Tragedies in our minds
Dried tears on our cheeks
Hope in our hearts
Holding hands as we disappear into the unknown

Slow car your wheels turn as we ride
Slow car can you hide us from the world?
Slow car never leave us naked and unprotected.

By Mikial Kenneth Millard
Copyright January 2015
All rights reserved.

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22 comments on “Slow Car

  1. Touching verse beautifully expressed ๐Ÿ™‚
    I am rather confused for your mention “Blank verse” as A blank verse does have a set metrical pattern, usuallyย iambic pentameter.Please correct me if i am wrong.

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  2. I really like the straightforward language you use here, Mikial. The honestly really shines through. I also now have Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car, playing in my mind, ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thank you greatly for your kind words. I really wanted this poem to be straightforward and naked of the abstract nature that many of my poems usually have. Also I very much enjoy Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car. Please have an amazing evening.

  3. Lovely. Reminds me a lot of Springsteen’s “Thunder Road:”
    “You can hide ‘neath your covers
    And study your pain
    Make crosses from your lovers
    Throw roses in the rain

    Waste your summer praying in vain
    For a savior to rise from these streets
    Well now, I’m no hero, that’s understood
    All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood

    With a chance to make it good somehow
    Hey, what else can we do now?
    Except roll down the window
    And let the wind blow back your hair”

    and Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car:’
    “You got a fast car
    Is it fast enough so we can fly away
    We gotta make a decision
    Leave tonight or live and die this way

    So remember we were driving, driving in your car
    Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
    City lights lay out before us
    And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
    I had a feeling that I belonged
    I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone”

    Two favorites of mine…thank you for the beauty of your words.

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