Techniques: Literally or Literary — MG

So you think in metaphors
Type with two hands as fast as four
You write words that sometimes rhyme
To capture moments in time

Written depictions of picturesque pictures 
Encryptions of cryptic clues
Encapsulating captivating images captured
Visual imagery of vivid views 

Sensationalising sensations of senses
Gustatory, olfactory, auditory
Tactile, visual, all the elements
Embodiments of everything real 

Breathing life through words inscribed
Tales in each detail
Trails and trickles in every line
Every word evokes traces 

A clear rendition of being alive
Of laughter, joy, of smiles
The process of a work in progress
Enveloping your essence 

And that, m’dear, is your creativity
That you materialise into reality
Yet you also contain a rationale
Enough to know that logic is equally emotional 

You, of all people within your world
Know exactly how to word
Your thoughts, your feelings, your strengths, your weaknesses
Your humour, your wisdom, your confidence 

But then the biggest challenge you face
Is putting all of that into action
You know hidden routes and thus do not race
Still somehow confuse expression with communication 

Or do we produce works of structured art
A poem, an essay, an article
And in the process a cultivation that lasts
Skills that stimulate the sensational 
Aspects of what we feel in the heart
Filtered through the mind as we write
Each stage, each process, has a start
That we seldom analyse 

Any analyst who reads your writing
Could easily decipher your meaning
The structure, flow, form, rhythm and rhyme scheme
A syntactic ability to elevate interpretation

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Do we interpret through a lens of academics
Synonymizing every word and sentence?
Psychoanalysing the structure and form of syntax
Formatted essays as if we don’t exist? 

Have you ever analysed an analyst?
Reading their re-reading of analysis
Their version and interpretation of what’s published
Because they’re graded and paid for it? 

It’s ironic though, isn’t it
That when we assume the role of analyst
then we are the ones analysing what exists
Reworking our work till it’s perfect 

So I take a few moments to sit back
And analyse my own analysis
Yet that action, in itself 
Is also an action, not result 

It’s so easy to go down that rabbit hole
Organising parts of the whole
Get carried away, on a roll
Is the origin even original?

In the passion, we seek purpose
Or are we the producers of it?
What, then, is to be said of the content
Are we perfectionists or are we content?

And to go deeper, do we add value to values
Or are we evaluating our value of values?
Are we limited to what we already knew
Or do we overcome limitations renewed? 

That, m’dear, is analysis
When you analyse an analyst
Terminology merely exposes the brand of techniques
That is used when exploring language 

So finding the balance of what is construed
If it’s all fact no feeling, it’s not you
Contrarily, if you’re jaded by emotion
Then find and revive that momentum

So now that you’ve found yourself again
(Well it’s not like you were lost, dear darling)
How, this time, will you share that part
Of the self you’ve shelved from the start? 

MG