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Monday, August 25, 2014

Open Link Monday

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Greetings Toads! Today we are entering a unique garden, as I share a few thoughts from a book I recently completed. It is a work of non-fiction by author, Paul Rosolie, called Mother of God, documenting Paul's journeys to the Madre de Dios, the steaming tropical jungle at the head of the Amazon River.

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"As I stared at the stars hung at random in billions upon billions of miles of outer space, it suddenly meant something altogether different to be in the jungle. The Amazon, with its vast matrix of interconnected, interdependent organisms as seen from one of those points of light, a star billions of miles from earth, is something unfathomably unique. The Amazon, viewed from space, has been described as the Tree of Rivers: the trunk rising from the Atlantic Ocean and reaching across the continent in ever-diverging branches of tributaries. It is the tree of life, the single greatest example of life to exist, perhaps, in the universe - the miraculous antithesis to the trillions of miles of barren, frigid space."
Read more about Paul Rosolie HERE on

These words made me consider the world we live in from the perspective of everything else in the known universe: what a unique miracle of life we own. As poets we seem to be on a quest to uncover the secrets of human existence, in all its glory and degradation. We try to figure exactly how we fit into a pattern of existence we have barely grasped over the mere 5.5 thousand years of so-called civilization, since we entered the Bronze Age. A reading of Walt Whitman's poem, Miracles, gives some voice to the perspective of which I speak:

Why, who makes much of a miracle? 
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles...

If you have a poem to share today, consider that the very act of writing, recording, creating art through the use of small marks upon a page may be a singularly unique enterprise, unknown in any other part of the Universe. We see, we believe, we preserve, we communicate.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Play it Again, Toads! #8

Welcome to the eighth "Play it Again, Toads!" where one may select a challenge from the three I highlight below OR choose any challenge the Imaginary Garden has ever offered. The archive is on the sidebar - 2011 - 2014.

I've just returned from a week long oceanside vacation and have scrambled these past few days getting ready for a new school year.  It's hard to believe these days of idyl are almost over.  These images of "idyl" I share with you - please feel free to use them, they are an OPTION and do NOT have to be used in this challenge.  If you do use one, please combine it with an archived challenge.

1)  Jorge Luis Borges - become lost in the maze of language, magic & endless possibilities - Kerry

2)  The Fib(onacci) - imagined by Hedgewitch

3)  "The book within the story within the poem" - imagined by Fireblossom

Original poems only and link your specific post to Mr. Linky below.  Make it clear which challenge you are resurrecting by including a link.  I look forward to reading your poems.