Poetry Critique

Wheels

Jim Daniels

My brother kept
in a frame on the wall
pictures of every motorcycle, car, truck:
in his rusted out Impala convertible
wearing his cap and gownwavingin his yellow Barracuda
with a girl leaning into him
waving
on his Honda 350
waving
on his Honda 750 with the boys
holding a beer
waving
in his first rigwearing a baseball hat backwards
waving
in his Mercury Montego
getting married
waving
in his black LTD
trying to sell real estate
waving
back to driving trucks
a shiny new rig
waving
on his Harley Sportster
with his wife on the back
waving
his son in a car seat
with his own steering wheel
my brother leaning over him
in an old Ford pickupand they are
waving
holding a wrench a rag
a hose a shammy
waving.
My brother helmetless
rides off on his Harley
waving
my brother's feet
rarely touch the ground-waving waving
face pressed to the wind
no camera to save him.
2. I picked this poem because it talked about cars, and I like cars.
3. The Title is wheels, this fits cause the poem is about cars and trucks and motorcycles.
4. it repeats the word Waving in between a lot of the lines, so you picture the guy waving a lot it also repeats how he is sitting in a different car or bike over time like on his honda 350 and on his honda 750
5. the poem isn't happy or sad its just calm and about remembering her brother