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.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Calling All Toads

Open Link Night

Please link up poems, old or new, which you would like to share with everyone this week. You may choose how many poems you would like to add to the list.  Please leave a comment after posting and support the other members, by reading and reviewing their work.


Kerry O'Connor said...

Testing out the link by adding the collab that David and I worked on last Saturday. I may come back later with something new :)

Robert Lloyd said...

I know not why I have linked this poem. Its a horrid one that I have been unable to let go of. Some of it is forced and some of it from days of old when I was more of the vagabond doggish sort. I have tried deleting it many times but only do so knowing I have copies somewhere else. What this means I have no clue. Read if you like and comment if you like. I am well aware that its harsh memories written in anger but still needed to remind me of waht I was or have changed from. Crude little bastard of yesterday.

Susannah said...

I thought I'd link in an old one of mine. :-)

Ella said...

This poem caused a different response than most I have written. This is why I chose it~

flaubert said...

A poem I wrote last week. I've not been able to write as much as I'd like due to work.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Hi kids, this is perhaps my favorite poem from the Traveler series in May. I plan another month of Traveler poems in August, and am hoping it works out as well as the May series did:)