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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

joybragi84
Sep 292 min read

Another Crow Brothers for Poem-a-Week


I took this picture early in the week last week before Hurricane Helene came along. It wasn't sunset, and it wasn't even all that stormy, but the clouds sure did look dramatic as the sun tried to peek through them.


Whenever I walk, I think about what I want to write about when I get a chance to sit down. With poems, I can usually get most of a poem in my head and then fix the words as I write them down. With stories or parts of stories, it is much, much harder. Lately, as I walk, I see those same three crows, and I simply have to start a poem by telling where they are sitting and what they are doing, and the rest comes naturally. The rhymes end up taking a rope-skipping type of rhythm that also works well with the beat of my walking. You all know how hung up I get on certain themes. I may keep going with the crow brothers as long as I see them every day.


Oh, and I did check out with a bird watching website, and crow brothers do hang out together. Crow brothers are likely to hang out in the territories of their parents and brothers. Crow daughters tend to leave the parents' territory to find mates. Sooo...the crow brothers might actually be brothers, or they could be Mom, Dad, and Junior.


Anyhow...here is this week's poem about the Crow brothers. ENJOY!


The Three Crow Brothers III

 

There’s them three crow brothers

A quarrelin’ in the road,

A fightin’ and a bitin’

At a roadkill toad.

 

Along comes a blue streak,

A quirky, perky jay,

Gives the brothers what for

And steals their meal away.

 

The three crow brothers

Are a lookin’ at each other.

Each of them is thinkin’

He could do without a brother.

 

They could do without each other,

I have no doubt it’s true,

But they sure as heck don’t need

A nosy stranger like you.


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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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