First Smartphone to Be Produced Ethically

Very interesting article on a new company that will soon be producing a smart phone ethically or, at least, more ethically than the current smartphones. Worth the read.

http://news.discovery.com/tech/gear-and-gadgets/first-smartphone-produced-ethically-130920.htm

Poem, "Portrait in Georgia" by Jean Toomer

Portrait in Georgia

  by Jean Toomer

Hair--braided chestnut,
     coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes--fagots,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
     of black flesh after flame.

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"Marriage" by William Carlos Williams

Marriage

  by William Carlos Williams

So different, this man
And this woman:
A stream flowing 
In a field.

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This is a beautifully crafted example of short form poetry. There is so much brought to the reader to see, yet so few words to illustrate. 

I love this poem by Major Jackson on dying, titled, "On Disappearing."
His language and imagery is exquisite.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23687?utm_source=PAD%3A+On+Disappearing+by+Major+Jackson&utm_campaign=poemaday_091113&utm_medium=email

(Courtesy of poets.org)

About This Poem

"We are surrounded on all sides by the persistence of death and its implications. One could argue, as many have done, that all that we do is a compensation for this fact, including writing a poem." 

--Major Jackson

I love this poem by Louis Bogan.

Elders

by Louise Bogan

 

 

At night the moon shakes the bright dice of the water;
And the elders, their flower light as broken snow upon the bush,
Repeat the circle of the moon.

Within the month
Black fruit breaks from the white flower.
The black-wheeled berries turn
Weighing the boughs over the road.
There is no harvest.
Heavy to withering, the black wheels bend
Ripe for the mouths of chance lovers,
Or birds.

      Twigs show again in the quick cleavage of season and season.
      The elders sag over the powdery road-bank,
      As though they bore, and it were too much,
      The seed of the year beyond the year. 
 

  

Today's poem is in the public domain. 

"An Exhortation" by Percy Bysshe Shelley

An Exhortation

  by Percy Bysshe Shelley


Chameleons feed on light and air:
   Poets' food is love and fame:
If in this wide world of care
   Poets could but find the same
With as little toil as they,
   Would they ever change their hue
   As the light chameleons do,
Suiting it to every ray
      Twenty times a day?

Poets are on this cold earth,
   As chameleons might be,
Hidden from their early birth
   In a cave beneath the sea;
Where light is, chameleons change:
   Where love is not, poets do:
   Fame is love disguised: if few
Find either, never think it strange
      That poets range.

Yet dare not stain with wealth or power
   A poet's free and heavenly mind:
If bright chameleons should devour
   Any food but beams and wind, 
They would grow as earthly soon
   As their brother lizards are.
   Children of a sunnier star,
Spirits from beyond the moon,
      Oh, refuse the boon!

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A Cinquain Poem

Definition
Cinquain:
five-line poem;
twenty-two syllables
laid out two, four, six, eight, then two
again.

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midnight

again awake

and looking for the moon

in every window of the house

darkness