Open Poetry #29 |
After Reading W.C.W. |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
*"so much depends upon" ................. Observe, from the grave, Doctor Williams: How your poems have made us familiars. Though the message in my sunrise might, Look different, in cheer or warning... How my work takes bits, Of your view of colors and shapes Of what is below and what is above And places them at different sights; Different, yet the same The world has not changed much, Anger, chance, lust and romance Are all still found in the rising sun And must be written of... So, as I sit to write, staring east I imagine in the yellow light, A red wheelbarrow And wet-white, Chickens In your smoky-grey (Turn-of-the-century) Patterson, and Sequester secrets That hide, opaque On the dim-parchment of dawn; Jot them down, Kindle, and make bright With new-word accelerants That transfigure meaning... Deep, lung-oxygen Working tongue sounds Transforming into electric, Fire and static, burning them Into glass covered paper, First smoldering, then bursting Into clearly seen flames... Sparked by the match Of a masters inspiration... * From "The Red Wheelbarrow" By William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ice...it is obvious that you were inspired!! |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
"We have liftoff......." Nicely launched, sir! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Still love it ice. I may of read this in chat but still I love it. Great job my friend :-) |
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