The Wheelbarrow

--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.

4 thoughts on “The Wheelbarrow

  1. 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.

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