Friday, February 12, 2016

So Much Depends . . .

1.  upon a miracle,
     the recognition of a miracle,
     and the realization that the miracle
     is a red wheel
     barrow.

2.   upon why
      the white chickens
      crossed
      the road
      in a red wheel
      barrow.    

3.   upon pretending
      I understand
      what depends so much
      upon on a red wheel
      barrow
      and soggy chickens.

For Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads 

21 comments:

brudberg said...

I think if I saw chickens driving a wheelbarrow... it's either a miracle or I have had a few glasses too much...

I laughed out loud when I read this (and for sure I will never leave any plum uneaten)

Rommy said...

*snicker* Gods, I so remember the importance of having to understand the importance of that damn wheelbarrow.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, you do know how to start my weekend -- and a day early as well!! Hope you have a great one, MZ!!

Outlawyer said...

Ha! You make some good points --though honestly I think if you can see the miracle in the white chickens and red wheelbarrow, you are probably doing very well (or maybe not so well!) I always mean to try though! k.

Outlawyer said...

ps Witty and sharp as always! k.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You are brilliant. And you make me smile.

De said...

Heehee. I have pondered his original poem, as well. So much. I LOVE this response.

Debi Swim said...

I'm so glad you s'plained that to me. A one as usual.

Fireblossom said...

LMAO. Dig the poultry with their bad-ass ride!

Hannah said...

I love that you took this in the classic direction of the chicken(s) crossing the road!

thotpurge said...

That made me laugh.. incredible image of the chickens crossing the road in the wheelbarrow!

angieinspired said...

you and me both, sister! ~@#^*

Kerry O'Connor said...

Nothing depends on the red wheel barrow or the chickens... Readers sometimes try to assign meaning that just isn't there. Pass the plums.

kaykuala said...

There seems a lot going for a wheel-barrow and chickens. One can't really be sure.


Hank

Carol Campbell said...

So enjoyable!

Margaret said...

Giggle. I actually HAD a red wheel-barrow and white chickens growing up! And on rainy days, if we forgot to turn it over... it filled up with water! I lived this poem I guess. :)

Susie Clevenger said...

Love it!! I couldn't pretend to get the red wheelbarrow. :)

humbird said...

Anyway, any connection is important, thought provoking and intriguing...fun!

Helen said...

Funny lady you!

Jennifer Wagner said...

Haha! Ingenious!

Marian said...

Existential Angst 101