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, September 8, 2014

Open Link Monday

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden ...

From My Garden
Clivia (Indigenous to South Africa)

For everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose...

Change is in the air, fellow toads! I am never so keenly aware of seasonal changes as at the time of Equinox, or when I am with my daughters and my father, in whose faces the change of years is most palpably felt.

Poets, of course, have tried to pin to the page the essence of time, its impact on the psyche and on experience for thousands of years. I think of times when human life was more clearly bound to the cycles of the year, and its passage was marked with ritual, whereas now it seems to herald a new wardrobe... ritual enough for the modern age. Yet we still feel the rising sap in springtime and the tucking-in of the Fall.

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Our Open Link provides the opportunity for all-comers to link up a poem of their choice. We value your participation and your views and commentary are most appreciated.


Anonymous said...

Hey Kerry--that is a very sweet post. I will probably put my 55 here, since I was so late to that posting.

Seasons are changing here too of course. I am in NYC --but it was just sweltering Saturday--today better. k.

Marian said...

good morning, Toads! whoosh, it does eel like fall now.
sharing my 55 too. late, late.
best wonderful week to everyone!

Marian said...

*feel. not eel. do eels fall? hmmm.

Björn Rudberg said...

I agree.. this time is a time of the year when change is at its most rapid. Here in Sweden it changes fast, and we loose daylight every day.. soon it will be dark when I get home.. and then come all the rest of the changes.

Today I share something from a little side-project I have on twitter.. every day a new word, and on Sunday I put them all out as a wordle..

Susan said...

I use a spring picture in this poem. I like yours. uch a beautiful time of year, spring!

Arushi Ahuja said...

beautiful pictures... you make me wonder what change would feel on a childs face... Have a happy week!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Friends, I regret to say I have been able to read only a few poems this evening but I will return tomorrow to complete my rounds.