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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The Tuesday Platform

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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. 

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12 comments:

  1. I always look forward to the Tuesday Platform!

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    1. And I always look forward to seeing you!๐Ÿ˜Š Happy Tuesday, Rosemary๐Ÿ’ž☕

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

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    1. Thank you so much, Carrie ๐Ÿ˜Š heading over to read you๐Ÿ’ž☕

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

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    1. Thank you Laura ๐Ÿ˜Š I really liked the poem so thought to share it today!๐Ÿ’ž☕

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

    Happy Tuesday everyone.

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  5. 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.

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    1. So sorry to hear that Kim, take your time visiting others๐Ÿ’ž no problem๐Ÿ˜Š

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