I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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12 April 2009

Everything Depends Upon ... (April Challenge 11)

Prompt: an object. There was reference to William Carlos Williams's "red wheelbarrow" poem, so I couldn't resist getting a bit clever with the title. (I was not alone there!) And yes, I do know it's not the exact quote.

Pretty old, but functional.
I like the screen big and square.

A sticker – purple – says
I’m a “Goddess in Training”.

(Andrew’s old one proclaimed him
“Angel with Attitude.”)

The wide frame also allows for:
Odin with crows and moon, top right;

a tree of papier maché
in the right-hand bottom corner

with the word POET writ large,
a gift from lovely Bob Mud;

instructions on how to do
hyperlinks; a brief prayer;

bank details for online
(purposely left incomplete);

and advice from Chaim Potok,
the angels and Merlin.

Plus two feathers, one blue
and one purple, taped top left.

It sits on a round stand
that swivels. Also it tilts.

The screen’s most often covered
by open windows and tabs.

Behind them are images
full of colour, changing often:

dragons, spiders, a dog I knew,
a robed shaman, a heart-shaped rose….

It’s a Mac, ya know? Not just
a machine, a love object!


  1. gee, and mine just has crumbs and food smears. :)

    I don't have time to blog today but the prompt response I did put up today at #12, one of the first ones in.

  2. Ta. I like it much, specially last verse.

  3. oh - a typo somewhere - your haiku on friday sidebar link gets 404.

  4. Thanks! Fixed now. Glad you found your way there anyhow.