Poetry Within Art

Poetry phrases within art …















With clenched fist and passions robust,
a poet grabs a hand filled with words,
and throws them vehemently onto paper,
until the mound of words and letters
appears as matted barbed-wire.

He looks pensively through the mound,
seeking the form within it,
and begins, with chisel and hammer,
to cut away the excess, the superfluous,
to find the purposeful words and phrases within.

Punctuation a cut of chisel’s edge,
and a rasp to smooth out blemishes,
until words find their comrades, oblige,
melding into forms of meaning,
abstraction forged into reason,
syntax pulled tightly to possession.

Beauty beckons form
and graded paper smooths each edge and crevice,
words into sequence, melodic undulations
of rhyme and meter, sway and canter,
and the smoother it becomes, the words begin to sing.

Once rendered this beauteous form
transforms to ink, and spreads upon the white parchment,
word by word, phrase by phrase, stanza by stanza,
until in glistening ink a poem is born,
each aspect of an artist’s soul imbued.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Poetry Within Art

  • April 30, 2016 at 12:46 PM


    You amaze me. I can see you doing exactly what you described, and the finished project has been beautifully hand-carved. Thanks for another brilliant piece of work.

    • May 1, 2016 at 2:00 AM

      Thanks Bill, glad you appreciate my efforts. Take care and appreciate your kind words.

  • April 30, 2016 at 1:12 PM

    Being the artist you are Tony, you chiseled your way to this poets world. Like a symphony, guided by the maestro’s delicate wand, you weave magic with your chisel and mallet. I can see the chunk’s of black toiled late night dried up ink, being chiseled by your hand. Working industriously throughout the late night to carve words of perfection. Nicely done poet. As always your art is perfectly tuned to all senses.

  • May 1, 2016 at 2:02 AM

    A slightly different take with this one Vincent, but glad you liked it; its always good to change tact and reinvent the wheel. Cheers!


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