--has faded blue paint chipped, scratched, caked with clods of dried dirt. --wobbles on one wheel heavy with burgundy-brown bricks; plastic packs of perky pansies. --holds memories of bright blue days spilling laughing children on the ground.
Prompt: Joseph Harker’s Recursion prompt from yesterday. In a nutshell, take a familiar object and think about its form, function, origin and symbolism.
and that last bit…makes it def worth holding onto…smiles…but hey its just getting broken in…
This reminds me a lot of William Carlos Williams poem “The Red Wheel Barrow”–well expressed imagist poetry. But the addition of the final stanza gives it so much meaning. The imagists just stuck to pure description. Liked it a lot.
I too thought of W.C.W’s “Rde Wheel Barrow”.
I love mine…chipped and scratched and well loved!
Linda
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