In my Mustang shifting gears
Six speed to seventy
Seven seconds rush by
Driving fast down a no lane road
The barren blacktop beneath my whirling wheels
Guard down, top down,
Deep bass country music turned up.
I’m going a million miles an hour
With no care in the world, no thoughts in my head
I’m not looking back, I’m living for today
With my Mustang as my witness
I accelerate along on my journey
To where? I don’t know
As long as it’s not where I’ve been.
-Palmer Steward
The mood is exciting, and the poetic device that tells me that is a hyperbole, "I’m going a million miles an hour."
ReplyDeleteThe mood is exciting. The poetic device that was used was a hyperbole. "I’m going a million miles an hour" In line 8.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem! The personification, "With my Mustang as my witness," add great figurative language to the poem.
ReplyDeleteThis poem told me that this was a joyful time for you. The poetic device that was used was alliteration when you said "The barren blacktop beneath my whirling wheels".
ReplyDeleteThe mood of this poem is intense from alliteration because of the line "The barren blacktop beneath my whirling wheels."
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