Poem: A Zuihitsu Occassioned By The Recognition That MetaphorGate Is A Terrible, Tiresomely Cliched Metaphor

A Zuihitsu Occassioned By The Recognition That MetaphorGate Is A Terrible, Tiresomely Cliched Metaphor

The Twitter Metaphor Trials

The Poets Committee on Unmetaphorical Activity

A group of people in one room, yelling angrily about one person in another room.

I never metaphor I didn't like until I met you.

They say that there are many roads to Rome, but they don't realize I know the only way that is the right way to get there, and the rest are just wrong ways, no matter where they lead.

Hands covering the twin wicks of a candle because some would rather burn themselves than let others have any light.

A group of sculptors arguing that the beautiful work before them is trash, since it was made with the wrong chisel, the one they do not use and never would, and cannot admit is capable of anything.

An opportunity to do what shouldn't be done while pretending to do other things that are not necessary either, but might be acceptable.

The fast closing of a gate by interlopers after it had been opened by one who wishes to let everyone discover what is on the other side.

A runner refusing to take the baton from that person and lighting a stick of dynamite instead, passing that along for everyone else in the relay.

Stomping around the room, pretending to think it is a fur skin rug when you know it is a sleeping cat. 

Words that are the shadows of the knives being used.

The chance to let an egg hatch, but instead throwing rocks at the nest because it seems fun, and maybe the bird is considered noisy or dirty or not appreciated for other reasons that are not necessary to list because they should already be clear from the fact that is alive.

The sound of a chainsaw cutting down a beautiful tree that had many years to grow for no real reason other than cutting it down.

The smell of  dirt in the air after a foul rain has fallen that will make it harder for those flowers to grow again.

People gathering pitchforks and rumbling.

Using an opportunity to pretend not to be doing what is being done, because it is not good to be caught doing such things in public.

Dismissing possibilities because they come from places some wish remained impossible or invisible or both.


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