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To Turn the Delicate Phrase

Turning the delicate phrase No word or words can describe No music No exactness No sublime utterance Senses 'The Artist of the Beautiful' but Oh such velvety finite intentions Such a straining for gifts Purloined gifts Only imagined through history Gifts flitting like some silken tansparent Tinkerbell Forever avoiding touch To turn the delicate phrase Body gone numb In fruitless meditation Wandering the gone-colorless Searching for hue In such remote places Searching for words for music Vaguely outside Yet still coursing the veins To turn the delicate phrase At such a time Does dissonance intrude To swirl the addled mind The dogs of hell object Who may spoil inspiration with a cough Something about heaven At such a time Withholds its perfect voice

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/27/2010 10:38:00 AM

I agree with you. She is amazing. I only wish that I did not get so lost sometimes with certain poets who I know are writing this amazing free verse poetry. I realize this is the reason I will never appear in a fancy modern magazine! I just don't have whatever it is that allows some people to write the way you do, Daver, with such unique imagery. I am your steadfast sonnet writing friend. Glad you appreciate my sonnets. Andrea Ps I think I commented to her before;she might not like my style!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/27/2010 10:32:00 AM

Daver, this poem I just found is comparable to the poetry of the poet you just asked me to read. I find it beautiful but in a few places, I lose my comprehension. I think the way we percieve our universe and then "voice" it is so different among us here at Soup. I see why you told me about that poet. She emulates exactly the kind of poetry that is YOUR particular forte. I saw two of her poems just now. One was a bit difficult for me to decipher. The other one as clear as a bell, & I adored it.

Corinne Curcio

Date: 5/18/2009 8:59:00 AM

Another brilliant poem from you Daver. Just when I think "The last verse is my favorite" I go back and read the other 2 and think maybe I was too hasty...

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 5/16/2009 11:47:00 AM

Lots of philosophy about the way we "think" in this poem, Daver. Indeed, there can be much effort employed when trying "To turn the delicate phrase." When the brain becomes too noisy with intruding "dissonance," we sometimes have to try and shut out the world to find our "perfect voice." Brilliant writing filled with many compelling images, Daver! Love, Carolyn

Sharon Winter

Date: 5/16/2009 9:59:00 AM

"Gifts flitting like some silken transparent Tinkerbell! Forever avoiding touch". Oh I want to rewrite another one of your lines, I am wishing I had written this entire brilliant poem! And yes, I wander there too...Oh so much here Daver! Absolutely one of my favs of yours - hope I don't always say that. Outstanding! Love, Shar

Kristin Reynolds

Date: 5/16/2009 9:07:00 AM

"Wandering the gone-colorless" Daver, I know that place. In fact, they have erected a plaque there in my honor. it is my safe-haven in a world gone mad - sometimes, that's not a bad thing. i love how you bend my mind. that is hard to do, considering my mind is already bent. :) love, Kristin

James Marshall Goff

Date: 5/16/2009 8:48:00 AM

Daver, I think you've entered the world of the brain in this imaginative poem! lots of fun! Jim

Carrie Richards

Date: 5/16/2009 7:06:00 AM

Sometimes we draw deeply within ourselves....searching for music, for inspiration ....only to be intrrupted by a cough....it can be hard to find that place again. I like this one, Daver! ~ Carrie