Why, look at that moon!
Way up in the sky seeing everything.
There is one rule for The Tuesday Platform: SHARE.
Share a poem with us.
Share some time reading poems this week.
Share your thoughts when moved to do so.
|Val d'Aosta (A Stream over Rocks), 1907-8 John Singer Sargent Oil on Canvas|
|A Ride for Liberty-The Fugitive Slaves, Eastman Johnson, 1862 oil/paperboard|
|View of Brooklyn Bridge, Samuel Halpert (1884-1930) (no date) oil on canvas|
|Ram's Head, White Hollyhock -Hills, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1935, oil on canvas|
|The Shepherdess, Albert Pinkham Ryder, 1880's, oil on wood|
|The Waste of Waters is Their Field, Albert Pinkham Ryder, 1880's, oil on panel|
|Not the voices again!|
|Looks like a deep-sea brain.|
|Brain in Bed (With Pearl)|
|Photo by Marian Kent|
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay
|Nocturne in Black and Gold, James McNeill Whistler, wikimedia commons|
|Moonrise, Beaumarais, by Clarice Beckett|
|Autumn Morning, by Clarice Beckett|
|Evening on the Hudson, by Leon Dabo ~wikimedia commons|