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.
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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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.
ReplyDeleteGood morning, Marian! Although the sun is shining brightly here, there is a definite chill in the air. I love your choice of poem!
ReplyDeleteGood morning, friends! I'm afraid the formatting of this simple and beautiful Sandburg poem is all mucked up. Maybe I can fix it... argh.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I think it looks a little better. Happy day to everyone!
ReplyDeleteSharing my late-entry 55 here, though some of you have already seen it. I mean, everything else is in the trash. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely Sandburg. K.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful fall morning, except the weather is barely fall.
ReplyDeleteAll Hale the Seasons Change.
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! :-)
ReplyDeleteGood 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
ReplyDeleteOkay so i havent a syllable in my head yet but, i'm hoping to drop back to link in something
much love...
Today I am sharing my completed poem, The Ashes and Other Lines, which many of my fellow poets have read piecemeal.
ReplyDeleteFrom 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.
I like this poem and it reminds me that I need to get into more Sandburg.
ReplyDeleteI've blogged on and off over the years and started a new one very recently. Looking forward to reading others' poems today.
Such a beautiful poem. I hope this will be a good week for everyone!
ReplyDeleteSubmitted for your approval, another piece which will earn me the enmity of a poet in the afterlife.
ReplyDeleteGood morning,
ReplyDeleteI 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