Good day to one and all! I hope this fine Monday in September is the start of a great week for all our poet friends in the blogosphere. I'm sure each of you has known the struggle of keeping the poetic muse alive. Expressing oneself in writing is not as easy as some might imagine and sometimes the words seem trapped or the ideas too well-worn. I sometimes reach the point where I wonder if I have anything left to say, and without doubt, I know I would have stopped trying if it were not for the support and remarkable feed-back I receive for even my most feeble attempts at poetry. For this, I want to express my heart-felt appreciation of all my loyal readers and friends. Perhaps there are those who will visit today who would like to do the same, either in comments or on their own blogs. When we link up the poems of our choice today, let us take the time to spread the love because in the Imaginary Garden, no one is taken for granted, least of all by me.
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.