Tuesday, October 9, 2018

The Tuesday Platform


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

Welcome to the Tuesday Platform, the weekly open stage for sharing poems in the Imaginary Garden. Please link up a poem, old or new, and spend some time this week visiting the offerings of our fellow writers.



brudberg said...

Just linking up some fun today about yucky food.

Namratha said...

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

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Hello 😊 heading over to read you! Happy Tuesday💞☕

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thank you for joining us, Namratha 😊 Happy Tuesday💞☕

Linda Lee Lyberg said...

Autumn is on my mind. Thanks all!

Carrie Van Horn said...

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

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Good to see you, Linda! 😊 Happy Tuesday💞☕

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Heading over to read you😊 Happy Tuesday💞☕

Kim M. Russell said...

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

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh that’s awesome! 😍 Can’t wait to read you, Kim. Happy Tuesday!💞☕️

Frank J. Tassone said...

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

Jim said...

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.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

And thank you for joining us, Frank!💞☕

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Thank you so much, Jim 😊 Happy Tuesday!💞☕

Anita Sabat said...

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

Sanaa Rizvi said...

You too, Dr. Anita 😊 thank you for joining us!💞☕