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.