To see the reflection of ourselves in both men and the woman is a perfect reminder that there are no others. Thank you for sharing these beautiful vivid words.
Really love how you got there. One of my very favorite WCW poems, along with Cold Plums. Every word, every image, every line of your poem--everything conspired to put the reader right there, conscious, alive, and alert. And then that train, which began with a twist on Hitchcock's strangers reached its surprise destination. Glazed not with rainwater but with a delightful zest all its own. Nicely done!
Appreciate, Andrew! If it worked well for you, I'm definitely relieved, because I do feel a bit unsure about using the wheelbarrow the way I did. It was not where I thought I was going! Interesting the Hitchcock connection! Thanks.
So much depends on the heart for poetry…like yours.
Very happy you think so, Dian!
Perfect pairing... Thank you!
To see red barrows, the furrows and brows.
Faces filled with gaps left to fill in the holes.
I see the wheel barrel along.
Follow, push, haul fodder, flings
The daze glaze, but your poem remains a good source of inspiration to plant more seeds.
Wait. The eyes see a sprout 🌱.
Something's growing!
To see the reflection of ourselves in both men and the woman is a perfect reminder that there are no others. Thank you for sharing these beautiful vivid words.
I'm glad you see that in the poem, Raquel. Thanks.
Absolutely!
Really love how you got there. One of my very favorite WCW poems, along with Cold Plums. Every word, every image, every line of your poem--everything conspired to put the reader right there, conscious, alive, and alert. And then that train, which began with a twist on Hitchcock's strangers reached its surprise destination. Glazed not with rainwater but with a delightful zest all its own. Nicely done!
Appreciate, Andrew! If it worked well for you, I'm definitely relieved, because I do feel a bit unsure about using the wheelbarrow the way I did. It was not where I thought I was going! Interesting the Hitchcock connection! Thanks.
Lovely! Surely all Poets are people watchers. Every Poet would like to have written this one!
Dave :)
I'm definitely a people watcher. Gets me in trouble sometimes! Thanks for the kind words, Dave!
Enjoyed this ✍️
Poets are the watchers - the ones who can’t stop watching. Sometimes we have wonder and compassion for ourselves.. but sometimes, amazingly love.