One of my students’ loudest complaints about poetry was the use of metaphor. “Why didn’t poets just say what they mean? Why did they have to “hide” their meanings?” As I have mentioned before, poets aren’t by and large intentionally obscure. Rather they are doing their best to communicate an image or an observation to the reader. So why use metaphors anyway?
I find that many times in regular conversation we will speak in metaphors without realizing it. We will say we have a “killer” headache, when we really don’t think we will die from it. Rather, we are saying that the intensity of the pain is like someone trying to kill us. So poetry uses the same device to help the reader understand something. (I realize that many people already know this. I am addressing the reader who is put off by poetry because of the “hidden meaning” stumbling block.)
In the little poem that follows I am using needlework, a hobby of mine, as a way to comment on the difficulties of contemplative prayer. In this case, the literal mistakes on the canvas reveal my lack of concentration on the task at hand.
Contemplation 101
You may think
you kept your focus
without wavering.
One glance
at the needlework
under your fingers
reveals the folly.
Thoughts drifted off.
Stitches record the detour.
I love this poem!
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Thanks.
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Are you into cross-stitching Elizabeth?
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Yes, although I haven’t done any in a while.
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Welcome Elizabeth to the Senior Salon. I am enjoying your unique connection of your needle work and words.
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I am very glad you put this site together. Thanks for the welcome and encouragement.
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I love your poem. It is nice to meet a new face in Senior Salon.
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Thanks. I just found the Senior Salon and am grateful for a community of “elders.”
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I had a bit of a passion for sewing at one point, Elizabeth, particularly, applique and embroidery. I can definitely attest to the topic of this poem.
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Thanks. I bet you can’t lose focus with the fondant or they would be limbless.
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I do have my catastrophe’s occasionally, Elizabeth.
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Funny, kids as this questions all the time….why metaphors and similes? Nice poem.
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Thanks. I love when you read a bunch of posts at once. I feel as if we are sitting down with a cup of coffee together.
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