. . . from another time.
Seemingly parked
in a god-forsaken place.
Resting place to rust,
deteriorate more.
This image.
Or someone’s once loved one
sent to somewhere
that is out of sight,
out of mind.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Sanaa is hosting and directs us to twelve images at Glenn Buttkus’ photography site, South Sound Minimalist Photos. Glenn is not only an excellent photographer, he is a fellow dVerse poet!
We are to use one of his twelve photos as inspiration for our poem. I chose photo #7: Old Rusty Truck which Glenn describes as “The isolated Model T truck bears the weight and pride of a hundred years of rust, becoming prairie art and sentinel.” Interesting how once the photo (or the poem) is set to paper/blog, the interpretation is in the hands of the viewer/reader. I saw the photo as quite sad and hence this poem.
lillian the home poet 
This is such a poignant piece.
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This is incredibly beautiful, hard-hitting in its truth and poignant! Yes, it saddens me to think that a once loved truck can be left in “a god-forsaken place,” and it’s so common a practice isn’t it? I believe it says a lot about the individual.. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Lillian 💝💝
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Sad image any which way you look at it.
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Beautiful. I have a weakness/fondness for/of old trucks,
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Very sad, if you see it as a parallel to a person. My mother (who’s 83) remembers her grandparents with a Model T. It would be nice to think someone would restore that old Model T, although some antiquers seem to prefer old cars rusty and unrestored.
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“Seemingly parked in a god-forsaken place / Resting place to rust.” I really enjoy how your piece reads like the old truck’s epitaph 🙂
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You touched the heart of sadness, and “Abandoned” is the perfect title; ghost truck in a ghost town. I found some positive energy in its prideful defiance to a century. Thanks for participating in this prompt.
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Out of sight / out of mind…
I chose the same image, Lillian. Love your abandonment take. Salute!
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sent to somewhere
that is out of sight,
out of mind.
Love this similar depiction, Lillian of out of sight out of mind of love gone sour
Hankj
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You have made me feel sorry for this rusty old truck Lillian: ‘someone’s once loved one’ at least now is loved by the photographer’s lens!
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The image briefly made me feel that the surroundings had changed around the truck instead of the truck being sent to out of the way surroundings. Then your poem snapped me back. Well done.
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This put a lump in my throat, Lillian! The way we sometimes abandon elderly people is beyond sad.
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The out of sight out of mind part is so terribly true!
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I think there are many old people this applies to, not just trucks.
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Put out to pasture, best years gone …. love your poem, Lillian.
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“Interesting how once the photo (or the poem) is set to paper/blog, the interpretation is in the hands of the viewer/reader.” — So true.
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