Definition

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, February 10, 2014

Open Link Monday

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden ...

photo credit: monteregina via photopin cc

Wishing all visitors and dwellers in the garden a very happy Monday. The second week of February always carries with it the hope of love and a change of seasons - both traditionally proven to be effective inspiration for poetry. With this in mind, the invitation is once more extended to all who would like to share their work on this forum. There are no restrictions in terms of subject, theme or form, so long as your posts qualify under the genre of poetry. Poems written for other memes are also welcome, for a second viewing, as are older pieces from your archives. Above all, we hope that you enjoy your time spent here. Please take the time to visit other posts, and leave commentary. Your thoughts are always appreciated.




14 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

Happy Monday........

Jim said...

Have a Happy Monday, Kerry.
Yes, in Texas we like to think of February as the beginning of spring. Especially after the first week has been endured.
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grapeling said...

Good week to all. Not much in my tank currently, so revisiting older work. ~

blueoran said...

Greetings, fellow toadies of song. Yesterday a weird orb appeared over the horizon here in rain-drubbed Florida: shiny and gold and bright. Someone called it the sun but how can that be? I heard that winter ate it as a palate-cleanser before the ice-braised fricasee of Eskimo. Anyhoo ... Such yellowy warmth (up to around 80 today) makes an old poet remember Valentiney-hiney songs of gooey love. Burp!

hedgewitch said...

Happy Monday to the garden and all its inhabitants. I am flogging our new book with a poem from it--first and last time, I promise, and all my thanks go out to this community, which constantly supports me and encourages me to write at a higher level. Thank you, Kerry, and everyone, for all you do!

Kim Nelson said...

Hello friends in the garden. I'm feeling sassy today! The poem makes that clear. :-)

Kathryn said...

Wishing everyone a great week. Trying to keep my spirits up despite more snow being predicted. If anyone has some sunshine could you send some our way.

Timoteo said...

So lovely to be among Toads again!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Hi Toadlings! Posted something from 2011 this morning - after a winter-that-was-not-winter, woke this morning to a dump of snow. Pretty, and it will melt soon and that will be the end of winter - we got off easy this year.

humbird said...

Not a snow, but just cold, in the morning -12 F. Happy Monday to all!

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Sean said...

I just love getting to share my poems with such lovely people. :)

sharplittlepencil.com said...

Winter is eating my brain, or rather ironing it, crease by crease. Why did we move to Wisconsin? Oh, yes, it really is a wonderful church. Besides, my hometown had much more gloom than here, where the sun does shine, even when it's below zero!

Found an old photo and took it from there. Short and sweet, and I'm not known for brevity, ha ha. Amy

Ranten said...

Thanks for the nice comment by me and wishes for a great new week!