One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

The Tuesday Platform


I had swayed. Nothing else. But suddenly I knew
In the depth of my silence
He was following me. Like my shadow, blameless and light
In the night, a song sobbed…
The Indians lengthened, winding, through the alleys of the town.
A harp and a jacaranda were the music, and the smiling dark-skinned girls
Were the happiness
In the background, behind the “Zócalo,” the river shined
and darkened, like
the moments of my life.
He followed me.
I ended up crying, isolated in the porch of the parish church,
protected by my bolita shawl, drenched with my tears

-Frida Kahlo

Welcome to the Tuesday Platform! This is where you can poem any thoughts or ideas for our eager eyes and ears. Please share a piece of your choice and don't forget to read, comment and even share the writings of your fellow scribes. We're looking forward to this! Please stop by to read the 'Toad Chat' between Kerry and Kim tomorrow!

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Fussy Little Forms: Cherita

Good weekend, Toads! Let’s try a new (to me, anyway) form that is so beautiful, I hope we all can really enjoy experimenting with it: CHERITA 

Cherita was created by ai li, and you can read her lovely expression about the form here:
What’s Your Story? Cherita Knowhow
Cherita builds on haiku and tanka, and was inspired by the six-word story, which was inspired by Hemingway, so hey, there is a rich history here. You remember Hemingway’s:
For sale, baby shoes, never worn 
Cherita is a six-line poem in three stanzas. First stanza is one line, second stanza two lines, third stanza three lines. Line length is up to you. The idea is to write a short story in six lines. 

I tried it out and offer this simple tale for an example:
I should rake leaves 

but I decide 
to do something else 

when thinking about leaves 
and wind 
and justice 
photo and cherita poem above by Marian Kent

I wonder if we might try this and even include our handwritten/notebook versions as Kerry inspired us to share a couple weeks back! If you like, no obligation, but it might be a pretty form to share that way. Have fun!