Stranded

[Xlateralus]

Perplexed
trying to connect
strands together
into something
considered to
be beautiful.OK as a title, i guess.

Attempting
to spin words
into a pretty
sweater
which I can wear
when it gets cold. I would keep this stanza, and save the rest for a different poem. i find the imagery of words spun into protection evocative, but it deserves a more flushed out poem.

I put myself in mind
of a car missing wheels;  i had a hard time with these two lines, you put your self in mind of a car? A car has no mind, and bringing up the car seems out of the blue...
engine revving loudly
Shifting many gears im also not picturing a car with no wheels shifting or revving it’s engine. It’s hard to connect this imagery to reality because it seems detached from it.

But always staying
stuck in one place
rusted to the spot
crying oil, in leiu
of my tears. if you are going to keep the car analogy, my suggestion would be to cut my. Also, if the busted down car is a metaphore for you, maybe you can just skip the entire “in lieu of my tears” since it’s a little redundant.