SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON . . . WRITING
Saturday, December 17th, 2011I’m delighted to post the following three poems (with a very thankful nod toward William Carlos Williams) written by three of my very favorite local (Portland) writers, each of whom I’m happy to know. Their poems came from a prompt in which they chose four words from Williams’ The Red Wheelbarrow, then ran with their own poem from there. Have a read.
RED DEPENDS UPON WATER
so much waits upon
rain
ten thousand pewter
trunks
dry gray barrows of
bark
cinnabar leaves fractured red
wheels
ready and willing to
decay
— B. Campbell Ford
so much depends
upon
a white wheel
rolling
through a white sky
agitating
molecules until atoms breathe out
blue
so much depends
upon
a white wheel
mounding
scattered clouds
glazing
gray undersides
coral-red
so much depends
upon
a white wheel
tearing
through static
wool
freeing whorls of white
rain
loosening skeins of black
thunder
so much depends
upon
a white wheel
spinning
purple-black opaque silk
shielding
our eyes from the
plasma-
maddened Midas
touch
of the white-wheeled
sun
— Pattie Palmer-Baker
WHITE RAIN DEPENDS, WHEEL
the world depends
upon
the wheel turning
steadily
moving the earth
surely
keeping the seas
contained
maintaining mountains’ upright
positions
sending flowing rivers
seaward
always the wheel
turning
earth and sky
singing
all systems dancing
gaily
world radiant in
white
from hot sun
shining
and cool rain
shimmering
wheel keeps turning
turning
— Mary K. Moen
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