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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
May 52 min read

Love Song #1 and a New Flower (to me)


Well, I learned something new with this picture of this flower. I have never heard of a Yellow Salsify, but according to Pl@ntNet Identify, Yellow Salsify is nearly a perfect match for this flower. The pictures there look exactly like the picture that I took above. According to US Wildflowers, this is also called Yellow Goatsbeard. As far as I know, I have never seen nor heard of this flower before. I have only seen this one. If you know anything else about this flower, please let me know. I always forget what flowers are called after I look them up, so I always get to learn something new with a new picture--even if I already knew it at one time.


Okay! Keeping with the Poem-a-Week assignment, here is a little ditty that I just finished up a few moments ago. Where it started and where it ended were not what I expected. I may change it up some a little later. Tell me what you think. ENJOY!


Love Song #1

 

I hear thunder in the distance.

I see the oak leaf shake

As if the whole world trembled

In the growling of a quake. 

 

I mind the half-moon’s listing

As pale meteors streak by.

I wonder when the clouds will block

The moon’s path through the sky.

 

The lightning sparks like spirits

Riding fiercely into battle

Then drops under the horizon,

Though I still hear sabers rattle.

 

The next morning when I waken,

My skin drips with morning dew,

And the sunrise in the eastern sky

Gleams like my love for 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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