Wheelbarrows

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Wheelbarrows
Secret Garden #6

Once upon a time,
an inmate at Cefn Coed,
the Swansea lunatic asylum,
walked around the garden
with his wheelbarrow
upside down so nobody
could put anything in it.
Not so crazy, eh?

That’s what you and I are
without each other:
upside down wheelbarrows,
or wheelbarrows
with the one wheel missing,
or wheelbarrows
with the bottom boards gone
and everything falling out.

So here’s my card for you
on Valentine’s Day:
I’ve painted an upside-down
wheelbarrow missing a wheel.

There’s not a flower
or a heart in sight.
Anyone can give hearts
and flowers.
Only someone really special
merits a wheelbarrow,
upside down,
with the missing wheel
long gone.

8 thoughts on “Wheelbarrows

  1. I love this one, Roger. Chuck

    On Sat, Dec 17, 2016 at 10:00 AM, rogermoorepoetdotcom wrote:

    > rogermoorepoet posted: ” Wheelbarrows Secret Garden #6 Once upon a time, > an inmate at Cefn Coed, the Swansea lunatic asylum, walked around the > garden with his wheelbarrow upside down so nobody could put anything in it. > Not so crazy, eh? That’s what you and I are without each oth” >

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    • It’s more a description of separation: what we feel like when we are apart and something’s missing. Mind you, it’s also love from the distortion of the rear-view mirror that allows us a second look as we glance back in time. This is another of my favorite poems. I kept the card: but I couldn’t find it for the illustration. Another missing floorboard, but it’ll turn up.

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