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.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

The Tuesday Platform


CLICK HERE for a super-charming illustration of Carl Sandburg’s Fog by Laurie A. Conley.

Tuesday! That means it’s free-for-all time! Clear out that fog and share your words with us!

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11 comments:

Timoteo said...

I've missed ya, Toads!

Marian said...

Heya, Tim! Good morning, lovely people!

Margaret said...

Good Morning - My poem is an oldie given a "new life".

Jim said...

I liked its new life, Margaret. for a change I'm early. I wrote mine thinking of the toads Tuesday but labeled it (them) for World Poetry Day.
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Susie Clevenger said...

Good Morning!

brudberg said...

Hello friends.. sharing some fun today, before taking a little break... it's also my 2000th post, so a great point on which to rest.

Gillena Cox said...

Happy Tuesday to all

much love...

Carol Campbell said...

Have a great week everyone!

Outlawyer said...

Hey Marian--hope all well. A very large cat! k .

Marian said...

Hey Friends... brace yourself, it's Marian Week in the Garden (by chance) and we have our music prompt tomorrow!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I love the Fog by Carl Sandburg! I have a T-shirt with the poem in the shape of a cat on it. Thanks so much for reminding me of it!

I've been working on a website about my bicycling on the Bay Trail for the past few days. When I ride I take photos and post them there. Sorry if I've been a little absent from reading but I'm back.

I hope you like "Poor Pickled Me." Have a nice week Toads! Hugs!