Analytical LyricalA Poem by HelenA poem about the poetry that took me over at work this week!I'm an analyst, serious, gotta keep my cred But poetical rhythms stuck in my head At work Monday morning Not boring, not yawning Creative engine is revving instead Data is sparking all over the page And cleaning it all just takes an age Planned automation Not yet situation So painstaking process on Excel sheet stage Worksheet all in order, I'm ready to strain Then Analytical Lyrical takes over my brain Create engine starting Is reason departing? Can logic and magic work in tandem again? Beats of the rhythm won't leave me in peace Mathematical workings don't bring no release Processes, rhyming Even sums, they are chiming And lookups and functions turn like cogs oiled and greased I create up the magic, a new chart, a new phrase Discover and innovate to the end of my days Mind rhythm is pumping Pages are jumping With patterns and findings to astound and amaze I email my colleagues, still stuck in cadence Putting brakes on my rhyming so what I say makes sense Tongue biting don't do it Just have to admit Creative engine is running, it's really intense Professional standing, prestige, reputation Data and poems seem a poor combination Rhyming seems silly Just willy nilly Discredit critical skills and interpretation Gearing up for the meeting, for presenting my findings I hate this bit most, but there is no hiding Maps, charts and tables Woven into a fable To tell the big picture, a story unwinding I show and I tell them, facts and conclusions I care not what they think and tell them my musings I feel so alive Sure on my drive Perfect manoeuvres, adroit ‘ticulations When my presentation is over, breath at ease with relief There is animated discussion, debating the brief Time for reflection Rest, recuperation While decisions from my findings made by leaders and chiefs It is then that I realise, then that it hits home Poetry magic has fuelled me, enhanced the tone Dry stats, charts and maps Along with with speedy synapse Combination so heady, puts me in the zone I feel pride within me, somewhere near my chest The engine still ticking, it never can rest Not for sleep, nor for work Can drive me berserk But my part, to weave it, what I do best Analytical Lyrical, it set me ablaze Above and beyond, they said, heaped on the praise Tired now, fatigued, but not defeated Well-spring resources nearly depleted And I ask Analytical Lyrical, is it time for a raise? © 2021 HelenFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on January 30, 2021 Last Updated on January 30, 2021 AuthorHelenLuton, Bedfordshire, United KingdomAboutWhen I joined WritersCafe, I originally posted the poems I had written as part of my personal healing journey - childhood trauma to alcoholism to recovery. I wasn't sure if my writing would be of inte.. more..Writing
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