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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! Login to Reply

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. Login to Reply

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... Login to Reply

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 Login to Reply

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 Login to Reply

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 Login to Reply

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 Login to Reply

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 Login to Reply