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

The Second Revised Poem: Wow! This Is Hard!

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Jan 202 min read

Holy Moley! I am only working on revising the second poem of the Poem-a-Week challenge, and my mind is already overheating. Remember the challenge about writing about morning kisses and writing in sonnet form. No? You don't remember?

Well, I didn't either, but I wrote three poems about morning kisses back in January/February of 2024, all at the same time. I only revised on of them for this week's blog. Here it is. ENJOY!

A Morning Kiss

(First Sample)

I close my hungry eyes and feel for her

But hear no sleeping breath nor smell her scent.

I note the traces where her small feet were,

And, preying, I trail softly where they went.

I follow her suggestions till I see

My quarry crouched beneath a willow tree.

Its umbra and her figure interweave

As if, to mask her best, its light must leave.

But I have come to consummate this chase,

So I will set a trap that cannot miss.

I’ll lay a tempting smile on my sweet face

And sugar it with vows of just one kiss.

This kiss, I’ll swear, will be both quick and chaste

But I know that she’ll want more than one taste.

Now, I have to work on the other two morning kiss poems. Oh, joy!

I think that next week we will have a guest author and photographer, Marty Gerlach. We will have to wait and see how that turns out. I am helping her edit her poem back and forth through email. Maybe, we can work it out this week.

Today's photo at the top of the blog was generated by Google Gemini, and then, I cropped, edited, and revised the image. AI may be more convenient than a camera. Who knows?

Later.

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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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