Archeology
We asked your opinion and
you said ‘It depends’,
And we both echoed ‘On the red wheelbarrow’,
laughed, exchanging knowing smiles.
You were perplexed by yet
another oddity of adults,
pissed, not in on the joke,
locked out across the dinner table by an age.
Your mom being weird,
reciting poetry or whatever you call it:
another artifact of the cryptic,
illusive world you seek to unearth.
How much you already know about
the world because you know:
there is much to discover,
And that it all depends.
Text here of The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams
25 May 2006
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Wonderful.
I was that child, so it helped me understand.
Just right.
"another artifact of the cryptic"
this line
i love
:)
Such a powerful poem - brings back childhood emotions! Thank you.
this is great!
Oh that is so cool - so evocative of wanting to understand everything the adults do, but not quite being there yet. I like the poem that inspired it too.
I enjoyed reading this poem a lot - it gives more life to the red wheelbarrow - a poem I have known for many years. So good to get this snapshot of other viewpoints; the child's, the parents, the readers of poetry and the writers of poetry ...
Yes, I remember those exchanged glances so well. Thank you for posting this poem--I enjoyed reading it. And thanks so much for your comments on my blog and my poem (which I was not even sure was a poem). (Is it proper to post this here or should it be on my blog?--I am never sure, but I wanted to make sure you saw my thanks.)
Thanks to all the great feedback! Not only is it exciting to know that someone actually read my poem, but thought enough to comment as well. Wow! Looking forward to the next time I have something to post on Poetry Thursday!
Note to Sarah: Of course your poem is a poem!
Hi Cam,
Welcome to Poetry Thursday!
I liked the line and that all it depends...thanks for sharing ..
looking forward for more..
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