It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, and we’re invited to post our 44-word contributions which MUST include something or other containing the word “bum”. So:
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Watching The Fender-Bender
He knows he should care
about his truck and its bumpers,
should sympathize
with the incompetent parker
just outside the coffee shop window
but finds himself separated
by more than merely glass:
He’s immobilized by Monday,
paralyzed by morning,
almost completely
anesthetized by August.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #110
~ Show Us Your Bum ~
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WOW he certainly need his coffee
Happy Monday
Much💝love
Sounds like a rough day. I once saw someone hit a car bumper while parking and I have never seen anyone drive away so fast. I too was watching from inside.
Before the 80’s, cars had real steel bumpers, and if someone banged into them it was minimal damage.Now with plastic bumpers, a slight bump costs thousands to fix.
“finds himself separated
by more than merely glass”
Man, this line hit me. Speaks volumes to the feeling of the times we’re living in, for me.
Nicely done quadrille.
Sounds rough! What a bummer (yes, I had to do that). Great piece with fascinating rhythm and word-play. Excellent take on the prompt!
You got that right! By September we might be totally gone!!
Dwight
Glassed off from reality 😦 Acutely felt.
I’ve become not only an incompetent parker but a nervous driver after six months of staying inside, so I do sympathise, Ron. There are several degrees of separation for your truck driver to overcome, not least this August.
Like what you’ve written Rom — come I Invite you to time travel with me.
Funny how it gets you. I can’t relate to cars, bumpers, coffee shops, or plate glass windows for that matter. It must be that August feeling.
I once saw a driver push a supermarket trolley out of the way with the bumper of his car. The trolley proceeded to scratch 4 cars before it came to a hard stop in front of the 24-hours Cash Machine. The driver never batted an eye. Scoundrel. Love your poem.
It’s those dog days of August. They’ll do it to you every time.
Yikes! You paint a vivid scene, Ron. Bumpers aren’t the way they used to be.
Anesthetized by August sounds nice – relaxing: the perfect month for bumming around!
Maybe this is what happens before you have your coffee…