
Wheels
Jim Daniels
My brother keptin a frame on the wallpictures of every motorcycle, car, truck:in his rusted out Impala convertiblewearing his cap and gownwavingin his yellow Barracudawith a girl leaning into himwavingon his Honda 350wavingon his Honda 750 with the boysholding a beerwavingin his first rigwearing a baseball hat backwardswavingin his Mercury Montegogetting marriedwavingin his black LTDtrying to sell real estatewavingback to driving trucksa shiny new rigwavingon his Harley Sportsterwith his wife on the backwavinghis son in a car seatwith his own steering wheelmy brother leaning over himin an old Ford pickupand they arewavingholding a wrench a raga hose a shammywaving.
My brother helmetlessrides off on his Harleywavingmy brother's feetrarely touch the ground-waving wavingface pressed to the windno camera to save him.
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/021.html
I picked this poem because i figured it was about cars and motorcycles. What i find interesting is taht after reading it a half a dozen times i still dont understand it. The title "wheels" is pretty vague and also self explanitory. It fits the work real well. The author uses imagry a lot in the poem, describing his brother. The author does create a feeling in the poem, I see it as this guy he is talking about is growing up, yet he is tying it back to cars everytime. It is very hard to tell the tone of this piece, if I were to pick just one tone it would be sad because this guy is being remembered, and at the end the author says nothing to save him, meaning something must have happened.
Jim Daniels
My brother keptin a frame on the wallpictures of every motorcycle, car, truck:in his rusted out Impala convertiblewearing his cap and gownwavingin his yellow Barracudawith a girl leaning into himwavingon his Honda 350wavingon his Honda 750 with the boysholding a beerwavingin his first rigwearing a baseball hat backwardswavingin his Mercury Montegogetting marriedwavingin his black LTDtrying to sell real estatewavingback to driving trucksa shiny new rigwavingon his Harley Sportsterwith his wife on the backwavinghis son in a car seatwith his own steering wheelmy brother leaning over himin an old Ford pickupand they arewavingholding a wrench a raga hose a shammywaving.
My brother helmetlessrides off on his Harleywavingmy brother's feetrarely touch the ground-waving wavingface pressed to the windno camera to save him.
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/021.html
I picked this poem because i figured it was about cars and motorcycles. What i find interesting is taht after reading it a half a dozen times i still dont understand it. The title "wheels" is pretty vague and also self explanitory. It fits the work real well. The author uses imagry a lot in the poem, describing his brother. The author does create a feeling in the poem, I see it as this guy he is talking about is growing up, yet he is tying it back to cars everytime. It is very hard to tell the tone of this piece, if I were to pick just one tone it would be sad because this guy is being remembered, and at the end the author says nothing to save him, meaning something must have happened.