This is the first edition of Poetry Corner. Anyone is free to contribute a poem or verse. The theme is simplicity.
“The Red Wheelbarrow” by Ann Altman*
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
(William Carlos Williams, 1883-1963) via christopher.batchelder @ thirty seven fifty.
* See more of Ann Altman’s work here. Reminds me of Chagall
(nod to Greg)













hear me near me
take my hand
need me feed me
be i am
wake me take me
sheathe my scream
keep me sleep me
watch me dream
wear me tear me
seek me found
shove me love me
be my bound
eye me sigh me
high my low
wed me bed me
never go
Roses are #FF0000.
Violets are #0000FF.
All my base are belong to you.
Bravo!
I have always love the red wheelbarrow poem. Found it for my wife the other day. She had just planted a bunch of flowers in a red wheelbarrow…
Cameron… great one. All my hats off are belong to you.