Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The Tuesday Platform

I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.
~ Theodore Roethke, The Far Field 

Welcome to the Tuesday Platform, your unprompted free-range day for sharing poems in the Imaginary Garden. Please look up from your phone and link up a poem. Then be sure to visit the offerings of our fellow writers. 



Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I always look forward to the Tuesday Platform!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

And I always look forward to seeing you!😊 Happy Tuesday, Rosemary💞☕

Carrie Van Horn said...

Thank you Sanaa for bringing us another Tuesday Platform I love that flower photo! Absolutely lovely!!

Laura Bloomsbury said...

oh thank you for the Roethke poem - and for hosting us today

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thank you so much, Carrie 😊 heading over to read you💞☕

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thank you Laura 😊 I really liked the poem so thought to share it today!💞☕

Anonymous said...

thanks for hosting Sanna ~ and offering some words to send us into deep thought for a somber day.

Happy Tuesday everyone.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thanks for joining in, Pat 💞☕

brudberg said...

Linking up a 9/11 reminder.

Kim M. Russell said...

I'm having intermittent problems with the internet and the engineer isn't coming until Thursday, so I'll try to keep up with reading and commenting as best I can. So sorry.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Sigh.. a horrible tragedy 9/11😥

Sanaa Rizvi said...

So sorry to hear that Kim, take your time visiting others💞 no problem😊