Tag Archives: The Red Wheelbarrow

The Red Bricks

Posted on April 12, 2022 by whimsygizmo

was the red wheelbarrow (glazed with rainwater) full of them? he doesn’t say,so maybe (not) or maybe it didn’t matter. besides,only the white chickens know. :: Inspired by William Carlos Williams. And Twiglets:

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seeing red

Posted on April 6, 2022 by whimsygizmo

so it goes: we smile somuch beneath the fear that time depends on every crimson tear shedupon this fading stage. a twist of scarlet anger, sea of red; a bed of thorns and roses, a steering wheel to our other darker side, the barrow where we bury what we hide. glazed and … Continue reading →

Posted in NaPoWriMo | Tagged Golden Shovel poems, The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Willams | 1 Comment

I am this (and all) poem(s).

Posted on April 20, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. I am Orion’s belt, loosed. The lightning in your eyes. I am the plums. (Forgive me.) I am all thumbs, and nonesuch things hitchhiking on dragon kite strings. I am your heart, carried in mine. I am the snowy … Continue reading →

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On Wheelbarrows and Plums

Posted on April 29, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… A wheelbarrow may be some -thing upon which much(ness) depends, but it is not my nom de plume, not that last plum you ate that was so cold. It has but one wheel, and a tendency for tipping over, … Continue reading →

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Seeing Red (Dear William)

Posted on October 19, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I may (or may not) still be (so much) glazed with anger. it all depends. .. prompted by poetic asides, and in response to:

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Telltale Bookstore Sisterhood

Posted on April 6, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… We moongirls know a thing or two about hearts, the stops and starts and overflow buttercup thunderbolt kisses you can only measure in tea -spoons. We’re the comeback kid, the backstroke swum honey -bee drowning in your Honeycomb (yeah, … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged compound words, Edgar Allen Poe, garden with toads prompts, I love bookstores, moongirls, nevermore, ravens, Shawna will like (and fully GET) this poem, soul sisters, storytelling of crows, telltale heart, The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams | 19 Comments

this isn’t your standard red wheelbarrow

Posted on December 17, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem is pure gold, spun just for fun and singed with fire. it desires to be un -subpar, a star in a sea of ebony, a trembling treble clef deaf to all too noisy instruments of glazed in … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dilated pupils, fire, glazed, no scruples, Poetic Asides prompts, standard poems, status quo, The Red Wheelbarrow, this poem poems, WCW | 5 Comments

The poem’s the thing.

Posted on November 19, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. The thing has wheels, a bar -row. It’s red, and it matters. We don’t know why. It’s raining. There are chickens. (Whether or not they have yet crossed the road is open to interpretation.) They are white. (Lest ye … Continue reading →