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The Perfect Phrases
by Elizabeth Hoadleyone sentence
two
maybe more
distinct words of creation
knocking at my door
those few moments of grandeur
as the artist inside peaks through
a curtain of tragic poetry
i saw as i soar
a mindless searching
for that perfect word
in hopes that the world may
open its arms to a voice
that could be heard
so many crowd the so little
in this game of cat and mouse
i catch a phrase, then draw a maze
as the meaning runs about
05/18/2008 Posted on 05/19/2008
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Hoadley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/19/08 at 04:16 AM "distinct words of creation
knocking at my door."--I really like that. And I'd be willing to guess you've answered at some point. Really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/19/08 at 03:57 PM ...which soldier are you?...anyway, i love this taipse in poetryville, this is just a lovely as billy collins' 'intro to poetry'...i am awed with your line breaks...line breaks in poetry is like the "short" game in golf--that's one of the more important parts of either game...your poetry is bettered by a simple things such as line-breakage...gabriel ricard is a master at line breaks...and in stanz one, i was smiling...nice poetics...charlie |
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