Definition

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Open Link Monday

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden...

© Jaime Clark
...where you are sure to meet a few real toads.

February has slipped into March, and the season of change is upon us. However, Mondays on Real Toads are unchanging, and I am happy to extend the same invitation to all poets to share their work on our forum once again. Add your link, leave a comment and pause to read and share.

20 comments:

Aidz Giannini said...

Hey how do I keep being first, I do promise to try and do some reading but work and life get in the way.. next weeks its holidays in Tropical Nth QLD

Susie Clevenger said...

Good Morning!! Happy Monday!!

Mary said...

Hope everyone here in the garden has a good week.

Karen said...

Hello! I linked this last week (days after this particular challenge was over). Late, as usual!

I wrote this in the car on the way from reading Dr. Seuss's The Lorax to a group of second graders for Read Across America Day.

I'm going back there on Earth Day to check up on their stewardship...and ask forgiveness for ours.

underthetoadstool said...

I wrote this one yesterday. I see more point in posting fresh ones, at the moment. They seem more relevant with regards to my current state of being,

underthetoadstool said...

yours,

Crayfish

Emma Major said...

welcome the the new week everyone, hope it's great for you all

Mixi said...

Hello Toads!

This week, I've posted one of the first poems I ever wrote on my blog. Hope you like it :)

Wishing everyone a happy week ahead.

Cheers!

numerounity said...

Hi there,

My first post here...one of the poems that I wrote sometime back...Wanted to write a new one today but it didn't work.
Hope u like this one...

numerounity said...

Here's another one. Hope you will like it. Do let me know ur feedback.

http://ektakhetan.blogspot.in/2013/03/true-blue-girl.html

Susan said...

Hey Kerry and all Toads, I'm on the train going south on the amazing Hudson River and posting a poem inspired by your letter prompt and a poem Mama Zen wrote for the screaming prompt. Happy March everyone, and happy international women's Day on March 8.

Susan said...

Hey Kerry and all Toads, I'm on the train going south on the amazing Hudson River and posting a poem inspired by your letter prompt and a poem Mama Zen wrote for the screaming prompt. Happy March everyone, and happy international women's Day on March 8.

Marian said...

good morning, friends. let today be the start of a fantastic week! xo

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a very old piece from me. I have been archiving my work from 2009 2010 and have come across many pieces which are hardly worth keeping, written as first tentative forays into poetry. I'm not sure whether this one has much merit and I have reposted it in a bid to decide whether it stays or goes. All opinions welcomed.

Ella said...

Tell Jaime I love her photo :D

I'll be back...

Ella said...

I did Susie's prompt-I found it a difficult write~

I will be around~
:D

girlwiththepen1118 said...

“Miracle of the Seagulls”
Caught by the throat,
The invisible hand of amazement,
Shook her skirts then,
Blew the sky upside down like a beautiful
Blue bowl~
Her torn sleeves flapped at the height of
the freighted flight
And, the swooping of gull wings...
Zigzagging feet danced jigs
On the green critters-- a crop of hungry crickets~
She floated on their sweeping wild cries!

Sticky and hot-sweaty gold dusted ribbons
Around her mildewed dirt-rimmed neck;
Her sun-bleached hair,
Thin-worn cotton bonnet,
Sun-bleached eyes,
Man-less virgin lips and, trekking hands
Strained at the miracle that hummed
In white, gray, skyscraping circles~

The covenant rumbling wagon wheels
Sang from behind her heat- cracked red ear,
As her persecuted pioneering hearts
Clapped off fields of doubts!

The militant munching music of a million
Ceasing to the wind instrument- birds
And, the desperation of unpicked wheat,
On their dreamland of milk and honey
Flew high over the saints sun-burned prayers,
Loosening the condemning rope of death by a seagull’s beak!

Dave King said...

Tardy as always, but hopefully a little late is better than not at all!

Kay L. Davies said...

Well, it's still Tuesday here. I wore myself out writing a story to go with first photos of our month-long holiday to and in Europe, and there isn't a poem left in me, so I posted the link to said story here.
Glad to be back in the garden, Toads, and hoping to come up with some new things soon.
K

a Rat said...

hello all. my first time here. today shared what i wrote this weekend. hope you like it.. do drop your comments so i can improve myself.. thanks :-)