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.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden...


Greetings to all poets, wayfarers and friends. The floor is open; the platform is yours!
Please share a poem of your choice and enjoy the company of your fellow scribes.

Remember to stop by tomorrow for our Toads in Tandem feature post. Margaret and Gillena joined forces to bring us a collaborative poem to celebrate the creative space of the Garden we call home.


10 comments:

Jim said...

Margaret's and Gillena's work turned out nice. The theme was both old and yet current. I wrote after my reading. I hope I did theirs justice. Thank you.
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Sanaa Rizvi said...

Happy Tuesday, Toads!💖

telltaletherapy said...

Hope to fit in time to read others poems inbetween grandsons this week!

Jae Rose said...

Thanks for another interesting prompt

Sherry Marr said...

Oh I love the photos, especially "they didnt know we were seeds." Sharing a narrative poem today. Thanks for hosting, Kerry.

Toni Spencer said...

Happy Tuesday everyone! I want to thank you all for making me feel so welcome at Real Toads. :-) Thank you Kerry for hosting today. I am sharing a poem I wrote for Paul's prompt of The End over at dVerse.

Timoteo said...

Love ya, Toads!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sharing a bit of weirdness this time.

Martin Kloess said...

So nice to see everyone

said...

I'm with Rosemary ... sharing a bit of weirdness. Mine's over the top, I'm sure.