


Future Car
I dream of my future Car,
(probably not in this lifetime)
a vehicle of futuristic design
fully equipped for flight,
perhaps like those that are
now hidden away from sight
until someone figures out how
to map highways in the sky.
My dream car is energy efficient
and sufficient for needs and wishes.
With it, I jet or travel slow
wherever I’m free to go.
It’s body is painted iridescent
and in the dark, it’s luminescent,
fitted with lights that clearly beam
signals to other cars that seem
like something out of dreams.
Front and back and sides,
my car has changeable lights
shining, sparkling white or gold
or even infrared for night.
I speak to my beautiful car,
perhaps I’ll call her Emily Carr,
an Artist, Nature-love driven,
and my car speaks back to me.
Do I want my Music, my GPS?
Of all the options to choose,
I won’t let my car drive me.
‘I’ll drive myself, thank you!’
Alas, my car’s just in my head.
Imagination fed, I’ll now stay
or drive the car outside my door,
a car I do hope will last,
my ‘golden chariot’ way long past
when it was new (like me).
Imagination makes me chuckle.
Buckle up and fly with me!
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February 22, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Nice poem
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Thanks! It was fun imagining and creating it. 💖🪄✨
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beautiful poem about car 🙂
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🤗💕✨
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