Tag: metaphor
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August 24, 2007 05:31 AM EDT --
One brief moment caught in the balance,
lies the wind chime above the door,
harbinger of passage,
cacophony of inharmonic chords
that lie harmonic within us;
In the balance . . . more
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February 11, 2008 09:51 PM EST --
If you were a car, which one would it be?
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November 02, 2007 03:55 AM EDT --
wind lifts, skies darken , leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking the foam,
tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, rivers,
moats and . . . more
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September 18, 2007 09:19 AM EDT --
His chubby little boy finger pointed skyward. "Yook!" he said, pointing to a cloud, "It yooks yike a doggy!"
He continued his eager and sagely observations: "Eeewww...dat . . . more
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June 04, 2008 05:45 PM EDT --
Hold a finger to your tongue then raise that one
into the air, hold it there, that one,
all its heightened sensors
wetted for approaches:
let them come.
You are ready,
heart on . . . more
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December 13, 2007 08:12 PM EST --
by Mike Firesmith. Great stuff here! (I'm really bummed that no members of this group posted an advisory about this article! Especially since several group members have commented . . . more
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January 30, 2007 11:44 PM EST --
One brief moment caught in the balance,
lies the wind chime above the door,
harbinger of passage,
cacophony of inharmonic chords
that lie harmonic within us;
In the balance,
lies the pendulum,
its deafening . . . more
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March 12, 2007 08:39 PM EDT --
Hard as stone
wrapped on a core
could not let in
would not let out.
. . . more
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April 04, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Metaphores. You can find the word on the back of any moving van in Greece, where it carries its original meaning, to carry across. The Latin equivalent was transfer, and . . . more
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June 12, 2007 06:23 PM EDT --
I waited weeks for them, the goslings;
I waited by the willow as it wept for winter's last hurrah;
I waited by the pond's edge as ripples spread near the edge;
I waited under the footbridge, searching . . . more
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April 02, 2008 07:48 AM EDT --
Sometimes....
Sometimes we search
For something Without
Wandering afar seeking
That which will complete
The yearning in our soul
Only to discover it was
Within . . . more
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June 19, 2008 03:04 PM EDT --
"I Looked Away"
© Suzette Molnaire
I hastily
looked
into
the face
of the Sun,
and found
its blinding
profundity
more
than I
could handle. . . . more
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January 18, 2007 03:28 AM EST --
Quick!
Tell me where you’ve been, now that you’re down from the cloud;
Dancer of dancers, spinner of images, did you fall straight to me, or did you wend, pausing along the way.
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September 23, 2007 12:15 AM EDT --
i am beyond desire
i roll around in all
the nuances
i whisper to you
here
i don't know what
i can get from
your whims
if they could be
pealed away like
the ring of a bell
you have the image . . . more
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April 05, 2008 08:13 AM EDT --
A metaphor is a figure of speech which makes an implicit comparison between two unlike objects or concepts.
The metaphor is a strong element in everyday languages and because of its power to evoke . . . more
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April 16, 2008 10:26 AM EDT --
She looked at the name on the wedding cake. She couldn't remember whether she was Lisa, or Beth, or Mary. She was Judy this time. She looked at her new in-laws, who . . . more
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February 26, 2007 05:10 PM EST --
Metaphors help us understand comparisons, nuances, shades of meaning, contrasting
thoughts, and many other aspects of our thinking . . . more
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April 01, 2007 02:52 PM EDT --
This is a kind of collaboration - a back-and-forth, anyway - with Gerry Wass' class studying metaphors. (See The Secret Code of Metaphor.)
Is metaphor, nay?
A metaphor . . . more
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April 25, 2007 11:07 AM EDT --
Looking out my kitchen window,
I see the forsythia, fiery buds that greet me, give my morning a smile;
the magnolia, magnificent blossoms reigning over the yard like an antebellum gown, waiting for a . . . more
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July 23, 2007 05:11 PM EDT --
as if in a dream, I walk through branches
in filmy nightclothes as cloud wisps catch
the underpinnings of raiments and thorns shred clothes
and the cloven hooves beat a solemn sensuality in marked dactylic . . . more
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