Ars Poetica A Sonnet Poem by Daniel Brick

Ars Poetica A Sonnet



A poem discovers itself along
the line. Toggle an image free
from a fabric of words, and a poem
unravels, whole and complete...
There's the marble bench halfway
down the Azalea Way, and nearby
in a white leaf magnolia, a single
silk veil was left as a love token.
Three sparrows perch high above,
they display no impatience
about the human drama yet
to unfold. A block away, at a busy
coffee shop, a man and a woman share
gleeful intimacies over espresso and cream.

Saturday, August 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 26 January 2016

So innovative the scenes to express those meanings and feelings at the same time for a theme one would think has nothing to do with all those things.Like the comody which makes you laugh by an unextected word, condition!

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Daniel Brick 26 January 2016

You identified the purpose and method of this poem perfectly! I like the connection to a COMEDY because the mood of this poem is upbeat and sunny. Any suggestion of dark clouds or tragedy would detract from the scene and the message. The message is: Be patient, the poem will happen in its own sweet time. Just be ready to write it down when it's fresh and whole.

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Roseann Shawiak 25 January 2016

From the fabric of your words a picture formed in my mind, full of beautiful imagery and nature! Rhythm flowing into an image poised in poetry! Awesome writing, a man and woman in a café never seeing any of it. Amazing poem, really liked it quite a lot! Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn

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Daniel Brick 26 January 2016

Thanks much Roseann I spent the summer of 1983 in Seattle with friends who had moved there. I set myself the goal finally to write poetry seriously and I have kept at composiiton ever since. I wrote in a notebook ideas and drafts. This poem came from unrelated comments on the same page but the sonnet pulled them together. It's truly, as you say, a fabric of words sewn together.

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Souren Mondal 15 November 2015

[...]A poem discovers itself along the line. Toggle an image free from a fabric of words, and a poem unravels, whole and complete...[...] Wow! It took me a few attempts to get it but you put up your 'theory' for the poem in these lines and work it out in the rest of it... A beautiful example of 'theory' and 'praxis' Daniel... Loved it...

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Daniel Brick 26 January 2016

That's exactly what this poem is: theory, then praxis. And the sonnet format makes the two different halves fit tightly together. Some poems I labor over, you KNOW what that's like. But others are as effortless as apples growing on an apple tree (that comparison is John Keats's) .

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Daniel Y. 20 September 2014

Really great poem. Seems like you've taken some technique from me? A poem in seven words, your first line. Funny dyslexia, I read dharma instead of drama... has interesting implications. Perhaps we can do something with a story to make it in the same fashion.

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