Inside a Car

by Everlasting   Feb 10, 2015


Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits
Watching the sun.

Ahead through the road,
a man pedals a bicycle in fear:
two dogs chase after him
as if he was a piece of meat
meant to be devoured.

Salivating and barking
the dogs, bull wiser, feel the wind
greet their fur.
The man on the contrary
feels the adrenaline
rush through his veins
as if It was that river
where he could see himself
gaining distance from those dogs

Meanwhile, the doll in the car,
sees the sun setting down
just as the man
sees the dogs
set their paws into a new route.

Nov, 2014

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  • 9 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Ummmm...uncle Larry....
    I wrote the interpretations (i just jotted down the points till now...still have to fair them up...will do it in my summer vacation which starts April) I'm a diary because um....nothing for it to be personal....i would actually love everyone to read my interpretations and what I wanted to say instead of just forming their own theories....
    And I wrote it in a diary because a diary looks good to write it in and looks presentable when I have to show it to someone and it looks more neater.....if I would have written it in some normal book...i am more than sure...i would soon start using that notebook as a rough book..... :p

  • 9 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Interesting dialogue, almost as much as the poem itself.

    First, the juxtaposition of the passive doll and the drama is excellent. Safely behind hermetically sealed windows, eyes fixed on the sun, the doll does not even "observe" the real action occurring before her. Meanwhile, the man, in fear for his life, does not share the shear joy of the canine experience: the chase, the wind, the scent of fear. Nor does he appreciate the gift of excitement given him by these creatures, the gift of life embraced as he sees them turn aside.
    The doll, with her unseeing eyes, has only the sun set on her unknowing.
    The different levels of intelligence, awareness and activity are played like a symphony.

    Now, as to meaning, I for one like Purvi's idea of maintaining a diary to explain her purpose in writing a particular piece. It makes sense that thirty years later you may not have the ability to tap into the same life experiences to understand where you were at that point. I also like that it is in your diary - i.e., not public. You see, I believe that when you write something and put it out to the public, it no longer is yours to dictate the interpretation. It belongs to the world now and the world will do with it as it will, not as you or I would have otherwise. You will find the same holds true with our actions.

  • 9 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Ummm....i've been reading this poem for quite some time now...must have readit ten times at least....

    Lucy...I'll make sure (cause you said you like to know what others think) to give you my interpretation in detail properly....because reading this so many times I have like come up with extremely various interpretations...but you'll get that in April :p so oh lol you'll have to wait....

    I'm suddenly obsessed with this poem sweet luce....gosh..I'll blame you for me getting distracted :p jk....

  • 9 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Hahaha....willow you called me the kudo queen...made me smile...i appreciate it....my second smile for the day.... :)

  • 9 years ago

    by Brookie

    @ the kudo queen

    I personally (when I write) try for both, I want my message and the reader to interpret their own. A lot of how I write I flip back and forth so that at one point you won't know what I'm saying and another you'll know exactly what I want you to know. The ability to use both I think it's a great and versital skill.

    @ the poem,
    I do get confused in it but I feel as though I'm the doll watching the world... the fact that the world is still going and I'm left in a car, not moving, screams at me. There's something to be said about inanimate objects though

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