i sincerely dislike metaphors

this one is execrable, proving the point




heel

 

words are my leash

my master

dragging me from one idea to the next

 

i have no say in it

i see a running creek, a lug nut, a parakeet

words begin to form

 

turning the event or image into words

it is exhausting

i long to be in the moment

 

unconcerned about readership

this is an old habit

and i am old, time to let it go

 

futile thought, my master tugs

i obey

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-03-29 at 12:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
We learn language at such young ages, it becomes impossible to process our thoughts, even to receive sensations, without having them mediated by words. Our local bodhisattva would disagree, but he writes, doesn't he?
2020-03-31


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm in awe of poets who see objects--a creek, a lug nut, or a bird--and words start to form and gush out. It sounds easy, almost effortless, but I know it is not. On the other hand, I equally like metaphors and images, but I'm not sure why I was asked to eschew the expository and the certitude.
2020-03-29