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

STILL Waiting on the Proof Copy, But I Have a Brand New Two Crow Brothers Poem

joybragi84
Apr 13
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Yes, you read the title correctly. USPS says that the proof copy of our book will be here tomorrow. It was supposed to be here last Thursday. Sigh! Oh, well! Who cares, right? In case, you missed it here is the cover of the new book. I believe it will be revised.

And now, as promised a new Crow brothers poem. Shit! I forgot which one I posted last week. Give me a minute!

I think I have the right one. ENJOY!

The Two Crow Brothers Flee

I saw the two crow brothers make

A quick, evasive flight.

They glided low across the sedge

Then winged hard out of sight.

I scanned the sky for predators,

Saw almost nothing there

Except a white airliner jet

Eight miles in the air.

I searched the trees for detractors,

A mockingbird or jay,

But noticed no crow haters near.

Afar, I cannot say.

I saw a handsome bluebird male,

His coat, a shocking blue.

His talons could not hurt a soul,

But beauty’s dangerous too.

I walked and wondered ‘bout a thing

That might make two crows flee.

I had a thought it might be you,

But you weren’t there with me.

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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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