Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Red Wheelbarrow




The Red Wheelbarrow
By
Lisa A. Williams


 
 From the ruins
fields harvest time-
cast from calloused hands,
debris found a home
in the red wheelbarrow-

Shedding 
blood red anonymity 
to sun, rain and years.


In response to Poets United Wednesday Prompt- The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

31 comments:

  1. Lisa this is amazing you nailed the challenge, I love those closing lines "blood red anonymity" superb

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    1. Thank you so much. I found this a difficult prompt to work with initially, funny what words are summoned by even inanimate objects. Always appreciate your comments.

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    2. The new prompt is up if you are available =)

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  2. ...ah, how such thing can carry a tiny existence over at the wide abundant earth... but then in the end the debris must be returned to where it must really belong... wonderful take with some dark lovely images... smiles...

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    1. Thank you, very much enjoy reading your work.

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  3. love this, i prefer iy to the original. Says so much to me.

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  4. Lisa,

    You have worked well to build your own superb version of 'The Red Wheelbarrow.' I love the history found within the barrow...

    Eileen

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    1. Thank you Eileen, what a lovely compliment!

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  5. new life of "wheelbarrow", 'new home for debris'...'red blood anonymity'- these words a blast!

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  6. I can picture this, Lisa. It is good that debris has found its place.

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  7. Shedding
    blood red anonymity
    to sun, rain and years.

    Very apt in the grim progress of age depicted in many things. Nicely Lisa!

    Hank

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  8. I love your revisiting the actual Williams poem, Lisa. You really caught the spirit of his work, and your use of lines like "shedding blood red anonymity" was so evocative! Brill take on the prompt. Amy

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  9. gorgeously real. atmospher speaks volumes in this poem.

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  10. Interesting. Debris ... is that the past, our collective life experience in that barrow? It almost sounds like you're alluding to aging? The hard work on the journey? I tend to analyze poetry, makes me think. Yours always has a little darkness to it ... but well expressed, meaningful.

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    1. Thank you Lorendana. I think you do a wonderful job analyzing poetry, I believe I was alluding to aging and all we discard.

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  11. "...to sun, rain and years."

    And to this wonderful reworking of words.

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  12. very very evocative! i loved the way you explored the shades of the wheelbarrow here. Kudos!

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  13. Fantastic write...It is so visual I can see it.

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  14. Love that the debris found a home - nicely put

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  15. This is wonderful Lisa. I especially love that last stanza! Brill!

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    1. Thank you Jennifer, so nice to hear from you!

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