Poetic Interludes

I believe that synthesis is an ongoing process - a constant reworking.  The following poems that emerged (rather unexpectedly) when I sat down to write a mid-semester synthesis paper can be attributed to this.  They are a manifestation of synthesis as a creative process.  So, I felt it important to include them as interludes within my narrative analysis of my experiences in the phenomenology course I am taking entitled, “Experience and Engagement."

The narrative analysis is not included here… only the poems:


Resisting Synthesis Writing at Night

Dizzy sludge oozes from my spongey brain— 
soaked… full of the day and weeks of long hard work

Down I sink, lumbar curve compresses 
against the resistance of my reclined spine-against-mattress 
and rear end smushed under body weight.

Crossed legs [a poor substitute for a desk] 
heated from laptop battery life.  
Right knee cap embedded in left calf muscle.  
Left foot flops with every tap on the keyboard.

Silence.  Pandora asks, “Are you still listening?”  Yes.  
Live-streaming tunes waft into my ear canals… 
rhythmic vibrations palpable under my palms 
rested on the shiny metallic surface where I type.



Watching?

“Ta ta ta ta, zagada!  1, 2, 3… pom, pom, pom, pom, zagada”
Foot strikes floor with every sound and syllable. 

Knees bent, torso pitched forward, she rocks back and forth from right foot to left.
My eyes stay on her as I type the thoughts that steer my fingers along the keyboard.

Somewhere in my shoulders, the rhythm has latched on…
My typing slows as the ‘“ta ta ta ta, zagada” travels through my torso.

My feet do not strike the floor.  My torso is not pitched forward.  I am not rocking back and forth.

I am sitting on the floor, typing, and dancing just the same.

Bracket Racket

What I “see” and what I “know”
fight for my attention

What I remember and what I can show
create a constant tension

To have you follow where I go
requires sensorial comprehension

But a hermeneutic to-and-fro
may create some apprehension

If my language causes woe
and leads to some contention

Perhaps reduction will bestow
an intersubjective ascension!