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, October 4, 2016

The Tuesday Platform

Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
    the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
    come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
    not one lasts.

Cornflower, photo by Marian Kent
Welcome to the Tuesday Platform, a place for sharing poetry.
Link up a poem from your blog, old or new.
Then visit, read, and comment on the offerings of others.
Enjoy, and we look forward to reading your work.
 

15 comments:

Jim said...

Good morning all for Tuesday. I didn't try for first her but it happened. I'm finished and going to sleep. Have to get get up early and will be doing other things. I posted the one I missed before, Shipwreck fresh tonight.
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brudberg said...

Good morning.. a very seasonal poem you share Marian, I find this time of the year most inspirational... hope my fresh sonnet will chill your bones.

Kim Russell said...

Good morning, Marian! Although the sun is shining brightly here, there is a definite chill in the air. I love your choice of poem!

Marian said...

Good morning, friends! I'm afraid the formatting of this simple and beautiful Sandburg poem is all mucked up. Maybe I can fix it... argh.

Marian said...

Okay, I think it looks a little better. Happy day to everyone!

Marian said...

Sharing my late-entry 55 here, though some of you have already seen it. I mean, everything else is in the trash. :)

Outlawyer said...

Lovely Sandburg. K.

ladynyo said...

A beautiful fall morning, except the weather is barely fall.
All Hale the Seasons Change.

Stacie Eirich said...

Good Morning Toads ;) I hope you have a wonderful Tuesday. I've linked up my latest blog post, which fits the season -- although I admit does not have new original poetry from me. It does have my own photos--and poetry by John Keats--one of my faves. Hope you enjoy! :-)

Gillena Cox said...

Good Tuesday morning folks, it bright and sunny today here in T&T, yesterday - rain, rain, rain. 'Matthew' is dumping on Jamaica, according to last night's news
Okay so i havent a syllable in my head yet but, i'm hoping to drop back to link in something

much love...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Today I am sharing my completed poem, The Ashes and Other Lines, which many of my fellow poets have read piecemeal.

From now until December 16, I enter a very busy part of the school year, with a huge workload and from past experience, I expect to be too stressed and have too little time for much poetry writing.

I will, of course, still play host and visit the blogs of each dear toad as always, but I fear my own contributions may be few and far between.

Scatterbrain said...

I like this poem and it reminds me that I need to get into more Sandburg.

I've blogged on and off over the years and started a new one very recently. Looking forward to reading others' poems today.

Susie Clevenger said...

Such a beautiful poem. I hope this will be a good week for everyone!

wkkortas said...

Submitted for your approval, another piece which will earn me the enmity of a poet in the afterlife.

Apeetha Ravi said...

Good morning,

I have been away from the blog for a couple of years now. But I am thrilled to be back.

My writing is a little rusty. But there's no better time like now to begin again, right?

Carl Sandburg's poem is very uplifting.
Hope everyone has a good week ahead.

Cheers,
Apeetha