
There is nothing new under sun or stars, so
bleak a plight we dread admit as much.
Life’s meaning now on apathy depends;
and even that we scarce rely upon.
A rose is a rose is a
rose, especially if that rose is red,
primary on the color wheel,
predictable on barn or barrow.
You see it in our eyes, glazed
over and toneless and done with
useless tears. Instead, we let rain
track our cheeks in sham rills of water.
There’s nothing to do now but sit beside
old memories: books with cracked spines, the
way new snow once appeared impossibly white,
and the cackled surprise of egg-laying chickens.
It’s the last day of National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). I’m taking today’s prompt from dVerse, where we are challenged to write a Golden Shovel poem. The form:
*Choose a line from a poem that resonates with you.
*Build your poem so each line ends with a word from that line.
*Keep the words in order, forming the original line down the right margin.
*Let your poem move in its own direction. Surprise us!
*Include attribution (after [poet])
The poem I chose was The Red WheelBarrow by William Carlos Williams. Since there are only sixteen words in the poem, I used the entire poem to form my own.
The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams*
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
*Source: The Collected Poems: Volume I 1909-1939 (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1938)
I love it! Well done!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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This is a very wistful and contemplative poem! I really enjoyed how well you incorporated the golden shovel lines with it! I loved, loved, loved that last stanza, “There’s nothing to do now but sit beside
old memories: books with cracked spines, the
way new snow appeared impossibly white,
and the cackled surprise of egg-laying chickens.”
So good!!!! 🩵
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Thank you. I appreciate the feedback.
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Whew! A short poem inspired a whole new long shovel poem. That book with cracked spines is a very much well read book. Love the last verse specially. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks for the prompt. I’d never heard of a shovel poem before.
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An expanded version of the Golden Shovel. You did a wonderful job creating a new poem filled with great lines.
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Since the whole poem is basically one sentence, I figured I’d best do the whole thing.:D Too long?
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‘The Red Wheelbarrow’ is an excellent choice for a golden shovel, Maggie, and I love where it took you, and that you used the entire poem. I especially love how you alluded to the poem in the lines:
‘A rose is a rose is a
rose, especially if that rose is red,
primary on the color wheel,
predictable on barn or barrow’ and ‘the cackled surprise of egg-laying chickens’, which made me smile.
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Thank you. I was surprised with where it took me, to be honest. The Red Wheelbarrow is such an enticing poem.
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You’re most welcome. Maggie.
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An excellent poem choice and the poet’s choice to use it in entirety. I especially enjoyed the last stanza, that appreciation of well read books, pristine snow, and stalwart chickens, ever amazed at their own daily miracle work.
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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reading your poem, i wondered, what was the line, so long
thanks for the process note, that put new light to your golden shovel
much love
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I loved this poem and this form so much! I mentioned this on the NaPoWriMo website, but mentioning here again: I will carry a copy of this poem with me.
I am also so grateful to you for introducing me to dVerse, I can’t believe I missed it for so long and I am so happy to have found it. Thank you!
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Thank you. I look forward to reading you on dVerse. 🙂
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It’s a weary eye looking out on the world, yet still catching and holding what matters. Nicely written 👏
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