She said it was
stupid meaningless empty
this poem.
That it did nothing for her —
no thing depends upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water.
Yet, she aspired to greatness.
cracking shells with her dull pen.
She looked for the elusive pearl
to string around her slender neck.
She aspired to greatness
with an ungreat full mind.
And I two rows back
struck dumb
by her thick, reaching thighs
and the
vain pounding of her hard head
tried to
overlook her inconsistencies
thinking I might
see eternity in a grain of sand
that I might
jump down from my high and firy cross.
But I could not,
the farmer in my gree soul
knowing
that so much does depend upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water.
That so much does depend upon
empty beauty
full
filled with in
significance.
This poem is sooooo goood it got posted twice!
xox
Sir, we are very attentive readers;-)
Anyhow, I am always so delighted to find more than one poem here..
Just keeping you honest!
Actually, I have some thoughts “back piled”, to take advantage of any creativity I do have and in case of writer’s block – though I’ve never ever had this. Truly. More a case of “don’t feel like it”, not, “can’t do it”.
Anyways, reposted one of the drafts that stayed a draft. How daft!
But I wrote this one while thinking of an old creative writing course I took years ago. I thought of that course because I recently applied for a job and had to send in transcripts. On my teacher’s college transcript were perfect 4.0s except for an earlier “creative writing ” course I took at the same university while I was steel working. Never made it to class much and got a C- . But that C- did create one poem, so all is well…. I’ll have to write a poem about the prof. for that course, a playwright, Vince Sharman. Quite the character he was…
Please, what does that “4.0s mean?
Oh George, that’s Grade Point Average. Straight As in alphabet talk.