Synesthesia in Poetry

 

In honor of this beautiful season, here is an oldie of mine:

 

spring . . .

hearing green

and only green

 

 

                           [published Hedgerow #130, Winter 2020]

 

This haiku has only six words and eight syllables. It’s subject is simple: spring. What does spring mean to you as a reader, a person, perhaps a writer (as many of you are)? I’m sure we could spend hours coming up with wonderful definitions and explanations of what spring is (scientifically) and what it means to us. Spring evokes all sorts of images and memories, does it not?

 

Synesthesia–a beautiful word to say aloud–is both a neurological condition and a literary term/rhetorical device. A neurologist might encounter patients who might visualize a color when smelling a scent or hearing a certain note or sound when looking at a color. In the haiku (above), I have used synesthesia as a rhetorical device. You may be very familiar with this term and use since it goes back quite a way (Homer used it). Here is a definition from the Poetry Foundation:

 

Synesthesia in poetry is a literary device that blends different sensory modalities—such as sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste—to create vivid, unconventional imagery. It describes one sensation in terms of another (e.g., “loud colors” or “sweet sound”) to evoke intense emotional or atmospheric responses, often blurring the lines between perception and description.

 

For some wonderful examples go to their site and read this:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/education/glossary/synesthesia

 

I hope that this brief excursion into literary devices makes you suddenly aware of just how often synesthesia is used in the books you read or  in songs and even in the commercials you see on television.

 

Remember when you were a child and you were taught about similes. You probably delighted in making up similes left and right. Literary devices expand our thinking and our perception by pushing us a little bit into making new (sometimes strange) connections.

 

 

Changing Notes (a Tanka Sequence)

 

My thanks to my friend, poet and editor, Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy for writing this tanka sequence, “Changing Notes,” with me. It was published in Kokako 29, a journal of the Poetry Society of New Zealand.

 

 Changing Notes

A Responsive Tanka Sequence

by

Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy (UK) and Mary Kendall (USA)

 

glass bangles
tinkling with laughter 
rice grains
strewn on the newlyweds
seeding a new dream

(SK)

 

such longing
month after month
turning to years
suddenly the emptiness
disappears

(MK)

 

the curve of his hand
cups the moon 
quickening
the one butterfly
aflutter in my belly

(SK)

 

watching
the fragile pulse
of his fontanelle
and those half smiles
in his milky dreams

(MK)

 

rocking horse
hither and thither 
the long curls
of sun-kissed memories
braided into birdsong 

(SK)

 

one day his son will chatter
in a different tongue
raven locks
eased into smoothness
. . . a new chosen land

(MK)

 

Moral Monday (a tanka)

 

This tanka was published in Skylark, a Tanka Journal, Volume 5, Issue 2, Winter 2017:

 

The following tanka is dedicated to the courageous people who participated in the “Moral Mondays” in my home state of North Carolina. They risked arrest for gathering at the State Legislature to protest unfair and discriminatory legislation being passed. These protests were non-violent and led by the Reverend William J. Barber.

 

Moral Monday –
arm and arm linked
you choose to step
into the darkness
to find the light

 

 

 

 

 

Wild voices . . . an anthology by women poets and artists

 

It is very exciting to be part of a collection of poems and art by so many women I admire. Thanks to editor (and poet), Caroline Skanne, I have a haiku and three tanka included. The title and theme of “wild voices” was given to us to interpret in any way we chose. I urge those of you who love poetry to purchase a copy of this anthology for yourself and/or for a gift.

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Wild Voices, An Anthology of Short Poetry & Art by Women
edited by Caroline Skanne, February 2017

 

 

 

 

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 Here are my poems that appear in this lovely anthology:

 

 

the softness
of a raspberry
on my tongue…
I remember our long
first kiss

 

 

wild honeysuckle
heady and sweet—
your hold
on me
just as strong

 

 

a softness of spring
flecked with apple blossoms ~
the morning you died
darkness swept in
lost and wild

 

 

 

foxglove—                                                                                
danger hidden
in such beauty

 

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Foxglove, also known as Digitalis purpurea

 

Walking Away

Where do poems come from? Anyone who writes poetry asks that question and has that question asked of them by others who wonder how a poem comes to be. There are many articles and books on the subject, but still there is no single answer. Every poet writes differently and often in a lifetime writing patterns and habits might change, too.

To show you how oddly this can happen, I’ve decided to post a poem that appeared in my chapbook, Erasing the Doubt (published 2015 by Finishing Line Press). “Walking Away” is  a poem that has its own style, its own cadence and its own meaning. If I were to read this somewhere, I think I’d say it feels very much like an old fashioned poem, as if it echoes a voice from long ago. How did that happen? There is an unusual story behind this poem and how it came to be. It came to me as a whole poem when I was up late writing and suddenly became very, very tired. It appeared almost dreamlike to me. I typed it up quickly, read it once and went to bed. When I read it the next day, it didn’t feel or sound like me, but obviously I had written it. Strange indeed. This experience happened only once in my life.Was another poet speaking through me? Or was this merely a side freed from regular consciousness because of fatigue?

I’d love to hear your comments on this poem and what it means to you when you read it. Feel free to leave a message

I’ve recorded this poem if you care to listen as well as read. Just click on this link:

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Walking Away

 

When you go, where do you wander?
When you leave me, do you look back?
I sit here, book in hand, not reading.

           The wind blows fiercely through now.

 

They asked how long you had been silent,
And I answered with a lie, which
Was not the truth but might have been.

          The wind blows silently through now.

 

Did you hear me whispering to you?
Did you hear what I had to say? Or did
I turn away and only mouth the words?

          The wind blows piercingly through now.

 

Where do you go when you wander?
Tell me what you see. When you look
At me, I feel you walking away.

          Lamenting the darkness, the wind blows softly now.

 

 

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“Walking Away” was published in Erasing the Doubt by Mary Kendall (c) 2015, Finishing Line Press.

 

 

 

 

A different kind of love poem … (a tanka)

It has always surprised me that the few love poems I’ve posted on my blog have the most “hits.”  Word Press very kindly shows statistics of which postings are most frequently read and invariably the love poems are always at the top. This makes me smile since mine are not traditional love poems but simply poems for my dear husband who has been the most important person in my adult life.

 

In Skylark, a Tanka Journal, Volume 4, Issue 2, Winter 2016, Edited by Claire Everett:

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My thanks to Claire Everett for including this tanka in Skylark. It is always a great honor to be part of this brilliant journal.