Methodology
Methodical, melodic, or
madness, haphazardness.
Wildness can be a risk,
haphazardous. With blades,
or construction, or driving.
Any heavy machinery
calls for care, forethought,
a level sense of what goes
where. But what joy can
caution bring us, some
warm, furry sensation
unfurling gradually.
We borrow from both,
illogically. How I leave
the house, for example,
hurricane of keys and
sheets of paper, the feeling
that I am forgetting fifty
things. Or the bout of
flossing that occurs before
the dentist, training my gums
to bleed less as evidence
of splendid dental hygiene.
What is the difference between
chaos and order, anyway.
Where would we look
to measure this. The before
or after. Where do those start.
The hurricane of keys and paper and the bout of flossing both hit home. The poem is tight and impressive throughout, though. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI can definitely relate to a hurricane of keys and sheets of paper.
ReplyDeleteWonderful musicality in those first two stanzas.
ReplyDeleteI also really like "how I leave // the house..../things." The images are instantly recognizable.
And, of course, there's the irony of conceiving methodology when considering before/after. "Where dod those start." is indeed the question.
You had me thinking about the difference between chaos and order, which is easy to tell scientifically but then it occurred to me that as I organize a room in a certain way our bi-weekly help comes and reorganizes things in the strangest way, obviously she regards our way as chaos...we laugh a lot about this! Lovely poem as always...xx
ReplyDeleteTaut, release, taut release.
ReplyDeleteGreat movement.