No
No no no no no
Poetry?
Like, the thing eggheads do when they zone out?
No no no no no
No
Rhyming
Can’t do it
Would rather be free
Like a bird
Instead of a library
Trapped in here
With you
TWILIGHT
STOP
PLEASE
CANNOT
WILL NOT
Learning poetry is like all these words
Flying around inside
While I’m not flying around
Outside
A whaterick?
This is a limerick
I’m staring at a brick
I really wish I
Could just go out and fly
This poetry is making me sick
Oh, now I have to say it?
As in out loud?
Right now?
Here?
If you’re that silent because it was terrible and you don’t know where to begin, I guess I’ll be leaving now
NO
I’m not
Going to stay
YES
I’m the
Element of Loyalty
BUT
That doesn’t
Mean that I
HAVE
To do
Things I don’t
WANT
To do
BECAUSE
You are
My friend
Don’t give me that face
And just because Applejack’s The Element of Honesty doesn’t mean
You are allowed to lie to my face
The whateverick was terrible, and you know it
Hey, put me down!
Just let me fly away!
You know, when you said “poetry slam”
I thought we’d spend our afternoon lobbing Shel Silversteed books at each other
What? More writing?
A what?
The pegasus flies
Loving the open-aired skies
It’s not a surprise
No
I’m not going to stand here and humiliate myself by reading this out loud.
You can’t make me
*sigh*
There, I said it
Can I go now?
I promised to come over and “hang out”
If this is your idea of “hanging out”
…
We can do something fun now?
YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS
I promise I’ll be back in 15 minutes
Don’t look at me like that
…
That’s not fair
You can’t use your unicorn magic
Just
To get me
Back inside
A break? Fifteen minutes is a break?
Don’t say that word “Free”
Because the second bit “Verse”
It’s an oxymoron
You can’t promise that it’s going to be fun
Poetry’s the worst thing under the sun
A cou-what?
No
I don’t believe you
You’re wrong
The definition’s wrong
I
Rainbow Dash
Am in no way
Talented
At
Poetry
Twilight, it was a sentence that just happened to rhyme.
Not poetry.
Oh, now you have to read some?
Out loud?
Those short ones were nice
The kind of poems you could read on the fly
PUT ME DOWN
As much as I’d love to, I don’t think I’ll be leaving.
You wouldn’t let me.
So don’t start freaking out every time I mention flight.
NOW THAT’S JUST CRUEL
Are we done?
MORE?
I can’t stand this.
Can I go now?
If I let you read one more, can I leave?
Promise?
Pinkie Promise?
Fine.
Good night Twi’
…
Hey Twilight, wake up
I’m still not into poetry
But I had a question
About the one
With the wheelbarrow
GO AWAY SPIKE
sorry
What was my question?
Well
Why is this
“red wheelbarrow”
So important?
It’s not even doing its job
It just sits there
Like you
sorry
And what was with that poem anyway?
It didn’t rhyme
It just was
Not all poems rhyme?
Don’t use the words “free” and “verse” in the same sentence
We’ve been over this already
That explanation’s stupid
No rules?
Then how do you get only good poems
In books?
You mean
That people
Try really hard
To write good poems?
Hmph
That’s a stupid comparison
I had to work really really hard to win those competitions
And you had to work really really hard to ace those tests
All they had to do was put words to a page
NO
I already tried yesterday, remember?
I’m not going to stoop to their level and write this “free verse” that you keep talking about
Fine
But you had better do something really good for me in return
There once
Was
A
Pegasus
Who hated
Poetry
But
Wrote it anyway
See?
That took less than ten seconds
I could be clearing skies
But instead I’m in here
See you later, Twilight
…
Hey Twilight, I was thinking
Did that wheelbarrow poem have a sequel?
Like all those Daring Do stories
The ones where her wings are broken and she’s hanging onto a cliff for dear life
You know those?
It doesn’t?
How about a prequel?
Like “Daring Do is hanging on to a cliff, here’s how she got into this mess”
Those are my favorite because the action starts right away
No?
Then why is the wheelbarrow important?
Nice try, Twilight
But you can’t make me write it
It’s the author’s work
I can’t just add on to it willy nilly
It’d be like somepony else writing Daring Do books
It wouldn’t be the same
Anyway, thanks for answering my question
I’ll be seeing you later
…
HOW DID YOU GET UP HERE?
Oh right, magic.
You wanted to stop by for a visit?
That’s sweet, but I’m pretty busy
Tank’s sick
No no, nothing to be concerned about
Fluttershy’s been helping me
Thanks for checking in though
I appreciate it
Maybe you could come back later?
Back already?
Look, you’re a great friend and all, but don’t you think that there’s something you need to be doing?
Are you sure?
Of course you saw Fluttershy at the market just recently
Where else would she buy medicinal supplies?
I will have you know that carrots are very medicinal
Fine
You can come in
I’m apologize for lying to you
What are all these papers?
Just some stuff I’m jotting down for a personal project
Definitely nothing about a red wheelbarrow
Or rainwater
FINE
I liked the poem
BUT
I don’t like what Bill Coltos did to me
Can I call him Bill?
He painted a picture in my mind
I’ve been trying to get rid of it for a while
Stupid wheelbarrow
Stupid rain
That’s how you tell good poetry from bad?
Words that make pictures?
Isn’t a picture worth a thousand words?
Because this wheelbarrow is only fifteen
Why are you still reading that stuff I wrote?
Wait, you think they’re pretty good?
How?
What does “brevity” mean?
So, you’re saying that because my “poetry”
My “free verse”
Is short
It allows more to the imagination?
So, like what William Coltos did to me?
Wow
Wait, you’re trying to compile some poems for a book?
And you want this one to be one of them?
Fine, but don’t put my name on it.
I have an image to keep.
***
The Red Wheelbarrow
By: William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
***
The Red Wheelbarrow (response)
By: Anonymous
the red wheel
barrow
without it where
would
the snow white
chickens
hide from the
rain?