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Tuesday, October 9, 2018

The Tuesday Platform

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Wheels of baled hay bask in October sun:
Gold circles strewn across the sloping field,
They seem arranged as if each one
Has found its place; together they appeal
To some glimpsed order in my mind
Preceding my chance pausing here --
A randomness that also seems designed.
Gold circles strewn across the sloping field
Evoke a silence deep as my deep fear
Of emptiness; I feel the scene requires
A listener who can respond with words, yet who
Prolongs the silence that I still desire,
Relieved as clacking crows come flashing through,
Whose blackness shows chance radiance of fire.
Yet stillness in the field remains for everyone:
Wheels of baled hay bask in October sun.
- Robert Pack, Baled Hay


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16 comments:

  1. Just linking up some fun today about yucky food.

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    1. Hello ๐Ÿ˜Š heading over to read you! Happy Tuesday๐Ÿ’ž☕

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  2. Linking up with a Blitz that's a little on the low side

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    1. Thank you for joining us, Namratha ๐Ÿ˜Š Happy Tuesday๐Ÿ’ž☕

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    1. Good to see you, Linda! ๐Ÿ˜Š Happy Tuesday๐Ÿ’ž☕

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  4. I am a little late, but glad to have made it none the less. :-)

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    1. Heading over to read you๐Ÿ˜Š Happy Tuesday๐Ÿ’ž☕

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  5. Hi Sanaa, hi Toad, and happy Tuesday! I'm linking up with a poem about my name, written for dVerse Poetics.

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    1. Oh that’s awesome! ๐Ÿ˜ Can’t wait to read you, Kim. Happy Tuesday!๐Ÿ’ž☕️

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  6. Happy Tuesday, Toads! Thanks, Sanaa, for imagining this week's Tuesday Platform! :)

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    1. And thank you for joining us, Frank!๐Ÿ’ž☕

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  7. I like the Robert Pack poem. We saw a lot of baled hay on our weekend jaunt over to Louisiana this weekend. Also some baled cotton. We didn't stop to glean any but there was plenty of cottom going to waste on the plants that were machine picked. That too was worthy of a poem.
    Thanks, Sanaa, for hosting.
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    1. Thank you so much, Jim ๐Ÿ˜Š Happy Tuesday!๐Ÿ’ž☕

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  8. Lovely poem by Robert Pack. Can imagine the field and baled hay.
    Have a great week!

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    1. You too, Dr. Anita ๐Ÿ˜Š thank you for joining us!๐Ÿ’ž☕

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