You’ve probably seen this image before.  It’s a cartoon of your brain’s hemispheres and the kinds of thoughts each half of your brain handles.  Left brain is straight-line, logical, and full of words and numbers and measurements and stuff like that.  Right brain meanders around, spiraling in and out, just seeing what-is and mostly having a hard time talking about it.

I was reading Leonard Shlain’s book, THE ALPHABET VERSUS THE GODDESS:  The Conflict  Between Word and Image.  In it, he does a cool riff on “metaphor,” a thing that is dear to poets.

Shlain says, “When people find it necessary to express in words an inner experience such as a dream, an emotion, or complex feeling-state, they resort to a special form of speech called metaphor that is the right brain’s unique contribution to the left brain’s language capacity….  Metaphors allow one to leap across a chasm from one thought to the next.  Metaphors have multiple levels of meaning that are perceived simultaneously.”

“Metaphor” = meta (over and above) + pherein (to bear across).

Hmmm….That translation from the Greek roots of the word sounds a lot like bridges, doesn’t it?

Poetry, very often, is just metaphors piled on metaphors.  The purpose behind stacking up all of those metaphors is trying to reach a new way of seeing or feeling.  Poems can contain worlds.  Metaphors are how you build them.

In order to use and understand metaphor you have to do the right brain dance.

Right-braining is not linear….no straight, a-b-c progressions.  Right braining is intuitive so any insight you get is experienced all-at-once with multi-colored layers and flash.  (A thing is not LIKE something else…it IS the something else.)

Right braining is not about symbols because the right brain perceives the world concretely.  Whatever’s right in front of you, ready to lick your face, is real and concrete and right brain helps you deal with being in the here and now.

Symbols, on the other hand, are the ultimate constructs and all the meaning in the symbol can be – and probably has been – endlessly explained by words and more words that are sort of packed inside those symbols.

Right brain doesn’t need the word “tree” to know what a tree is.

Or, as the wordy guy who wrote the book says, “Right brain has the ability to cognate images and can simultaneously integrate the component parts in a field of vision, synthesizing incongruent elements all at once.

There’s one other interesting thing:  Right-braining is timeless.  (Your right brain can’t tell time.)  Shlain throws out a truly mind-boggling concept, that the “left brain is actually a new sense organ designed by evolution to perceive time.”  Whatever.

My own take on it is this:  With your very own brain you can either play with unicorns and leap around galaxies and parallel universes ad nauseum while stumbling around looking for the exit into the world where there’s a pot of chicken noodle soup waiting for you, or you can play around in time and never find the door into that other place with the rainbows you can slide down.

Or you can do both.

Metaphor’s the door that gets you there.  With metaphors you can travel into and out of both of the worlds your brain can see.  If you take a pencil and some paper with you, it’s quite likely that you’ll end up with a poem by the time you get done wandering around.

When I was playing with poem forms, I ran across a Persian poetic form, the ghazal.  Persian ghazals are rhymed couplets that evoke strong emotions.  You pile them, one on top of another until you get a gestalt-thing going.  American ghazals don’t have to rhyme.  Here’s one I did:


‘Merican ghazals don’t have to rhyme, it says here,  maybe ’cause
‘Merica’s home of the brave, land of the free, where the ‘Merican Dream is the only reality.

Picture:  Indian brave, tears rolling down his hardened face
As he rides through the smoking ruins of his un-made village.

Picture:  dark-skinned woman screaming out her pain behind a still face, her hands deftly making her master’s bread
As her man and her babies get dragged off to some other where.

Picture:  brittle young girl, shimmering young man, slivers of intensity wandering through dirty, dark streets,
Hey…they’re living the Life, bravely, brightly looking for the next:  meal, bed, death.

Picture:  poor man at his wit’s end, weeps, slowly walking out the door,
Dragging his broken heart away from love-burdens grown too heavy.

Picture:  brave young girl, growing a baby in her belly,
Walking along the bridge and thinking on her fickle man who never comes ’round no more.

Picture:  soldier for the free, down in the ditch, sobbing, cursing, quaking,
As friendly fire rains down from unfriendly skies.

Picture:  old man’s hands trembling, remember-eyes moist,
As he reaches yet again for the pair of faithful hands — gone now.

Picture:  not-pretty-any-more woman, bruised and broken,
Trembling, afraid her beloved monster will track her down again.

Picture:  ice-cold faces of the brave and the free, hiding insides that shake and shiver,
As they turn away from ones smashed by the Dream.

Pictures ain’t so pretty when you start looking real close.
Maybe ‘Merican ghazals don’t rhyme ’cause mostly, the ‘Merican Dream don’t.

By Netta Kanoho

image credit:  Allan Ajifo via Wikimedia Commons [CC BY 2.0]



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22 thoughts on “POETRY BRAIN

  1. That’s a fascinating insight and resonates with other authors who have suggested that metaphor is at the foundation of how our minds construct reality.
    For me, the best poetry harnasses the power of our minds to form new connections between distinct objects and ideas and enriches our experience of our world in the process.
    Can you suggest any poets who have a particular facility with using metaphor in a powerful or innovative way?

    1. Hey Pete:

      Thanks for the visit. The first poet that comes to mind, for some reason, is Bob Dylan.

      My own fascination with metaphor comes from the Hawaiian habit of juxtaposing two concepts and allowing them to meld together. For example, someone who is handsome and graceful of movement is said to be “surrounded by reeds that sway in the breeze.” Another who lets nothing stop him from carrying out a task entrusted to him is said to be a “messenger of a windy day.”

      This way of thinking seems to be intrinsic to the language and the culture, but I’ve noticed that using the mindset that produces these sorts of mash-ups also produces some powerful poetry.

      OOH! Thanks for helping me think of that!

      — Netta

  2. Great article. I agree with your ‘whatever’ statement about the author’s opinion of the left side being created to give us time. We are told and ‘trained’ to ignore our right side and to be held captive by time schedules and our organized lives. I think probably even before keeping time was a habit. It is what is expected. And all through time that is just human.

    There are people that just can’t get on the left brain side but we always recognize those people. In envy. And they make history. They make history because not everyone can do that, right?

    Myself, Well I love my right side and enjoy being there. But I have to take myself there. I don’t like that I have to give myself permission for my creative and free side but….

    You give thought provoking information here and I enjoyed reading it.

    Thank you

    1. Thanks for visiting, Sayra. Glad it got ya thinking….

      — Netta

  3. Hi Netta,

    I have read your article, it is really Great article. I agree with your ‘whatever’ statement about the author’s opinion of the left side being created to give us time.There are people that just can’t get on the left brain side but we always recognize those people. And they make history. They make history because not everyone can do that. I enjoyed so much reading it. thank you so much.

    1. Tawhid, thanks for your visit and for sharing your thoughts.  I do appreciate it.

      Please do come again….

  4. Wealthy Life Healthy Life says:

    After finding this site I couldn’t stop reading.  The site is well laid out for finding whatever you want.  My daughter is really into writing, mostly novels, so I showed her the site.  She said it was AWESOME!  She said that she would use this a s a resource for her writing.  She found all kinds of interesting poems and facts and information that would make her writing so much easier.  

    Thank you for starting a site like this, and my daughter thanks you too.

    1. Thanks for the visit and for sharing your story, WLHL.  I am really pleased that you shared it with your writer-daughter and that she finds it helpful.  

      Please do come again!

  5. LeNard Simmons says:

    Hi, Netta, thank you for sharing your Poetry Brain post with us. I like poetry. I find myself writing and searching for words to expressing how and what I’m feeling at that time, or in the past. 

    I learned something new today about the brain’s hemispheres. I think I’m split down the middle.     

    Metaphors are great, I find myself using metaphors not only in my writing but also when speaking to people. They can be used to explain thing to people in a way they could understand, I like using them in a poem because they make the reader stop and think. 

    Thanks, ~LeNard

    1. LeNard, thanks for the visit and for your comment.  “I think I’m split down the middle” made me smile.  Hee!  Me too!

      Please do come again….

  6. Robert Trevor says:

    My position is by training and inclination very much left brain,however I use metaphors quite a lot which helps me bridge the gap,

    Metaphors help people to operate in a right brain situation, who are not naturally able to do so.

    My right brain kicks in when I sit down to create a leisurely piece of art in water colour paints!

    1. Thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts, Robert.  Sometimes I think all this left-brain/right-brain stuff makes us forget that, for real, we do have a whole brain and all its parts are available to us.  

      And that’s a good thing.

      Please do come again….

  7. An amazing article. As a poet myself, I am overwhelmed to read such an interesting article. 

    I’m familiar with Leonard Shlain’s writing. His writing is a kind of hypothetical type. 

    We knew that the right part of the human brain is mainly used for artistic and the left part of mathematical work. But after reading this article, the knowledge became more mature.”Left brain is really a new sense organ designed by evolution to perceive time.” 

    It seems like the truth is, in this sense, the mysterious life of being in a futile way.

    Thanks, Netta Kanoho from my core of heart.

    1. Ranao, thank you for the visit and for sharing your thoughts.  I like your turn of phrase:  “the mysterious life of being in a futile way.”

      Good one, my friend.

      Please do come again….

  8. Hi Netta, 

    Poetry has never been my strongest point even from school days. I have enjoyed your ‘merican ghazal poem which is a true testament of the development of your right-hand brain. 

    I have never thought of a poem as being a series of metaphors. I think that without the use of metaphors it would make for an extremely expressionless and undescriptive world.

    This is certainly food for thought, Thank you for sharing.

    1. Thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts, Paul.  I think you’re right.  Metaphors can make the world sparkle and shine.  

      Please do come again….

  9. The brain is such an amazing part of the body.

    It is so organised and orderly on the left side and yet a dreamer on the right hand side.

    But the both parts know that they can’t work independently, but that they must work together to produce something perfect, like poetry!

    Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts, Geoff.   I do appreciate it.

      Please come again.

  10. This poem shows a lot of the pain and challenges that many people face in life. Not only in modern day America, but in countries around the world and in eras throughout history. The characters come from many different walks of life, yet their common experience of various sources of desperation is something that just about everybody would be able to relate to.

    1. Thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts, cpascal.  I enjoyed your take on my poem.

      Please do come again.

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