Poetic Inquiry

Poetic Inquiry: Related Readings

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Tears, pouring down your lips

through feigned calmness and tearing eyesthey force tubes through your nostrilsemergency room, almost thirty seven

through feigned calmness and tearing eyes

you contemplate a life without youemergency room, almost thirty-sevenHow long with they keep your website up at work?

you contemplate a life without you

Who will attend the funeral?How long will they keep your website up at work?You are almost calm too.

Who will attend the funeral?

they force tubes through your nostrilsyou are almost calm too.tears, pouring down your lips

Furman, R. (2006 ). Poetic forms and structures in qualitative health research . Qualitative Health Research , 16(560), doi: 10.1177/1049732306286819

Lament for a Graduate Degree

Graduate school is swimming, in a pool or river
or sea.
Learning when to forge ahead or lift your head and

breathe.
The end is near, by will or fear, the goal’s to keep
progressing,
Against the tide, through hoops and pride and bouts
of second-guessing,
For academic robes
like fair Ophelia’s gown,
May just as likely lift you up
as pull you down to drown.
Graduate school is milling, sorting kernels from the
chaff,
Pressing corn to powder with each line and
paragraph.
Under millwright’s supervision sacrosanct or on your
own,
Indentured or persistent, keep your nose against the
stone.
For even chosen mentors
of chapter, verb, and noun,
May just as likely lift you up
or (bastards!) grind you down.
Graduate school is struggling down a tunnel without
light,
Always wondering where you are on the path to
erudite.
Wend your way, portend the day, prove your potential
to achieve,
Thriving or surviving, change a life with your degree.
For pursuit of knowledge and
a mortarboard-like crown
May be the thing to lift you up
if you’ve got it down.

READ: ReForming Research Poetry

Lahman, M., Rodriguez, K., Richard, V., Geist, M., Roland , K., & Graglia, P. (2011). Reforming research poetry. Qualitative Inquiry, 17(Nov ), 887-896. Retrieved from http://qix.sagepub.com.ezproxyles.flo.org/content/17/9/887.full.pdf html

And you did feel, not on trial exactly

I'm sure that it wasn't true

but I felt that

not that you were being judged

not that what you were saying was being watched

you said things

you felt that the person was going

"Tsk, well fancy her thinking that. I'll have to change her view on that before the end"

You went away thinking. "God knows what they thought of what I said."

cos you didn't get anything

—you didn't get any response—

whenever you said "is that right or wrong?"

"there is no right or wrong"

which I know there isn't,

but it's not a good answer when you're worrying

about what you're thinking or saying or feeling.

READ: Poetry and Participation: Scripting a Meaningful research Text with Rape Crisis Workers

Rath, J. (2012). Participation: Scripting a meaningful research text with rape crisis workers .Sozialforschung / Forum: Qualitative Social Research, 13(1), 22. Retrieved from http://www.qualitative-research.net/index.php/fqs/article/view/1791/3312