Moving Among Mixed Metaphors
He sauntered in like
An unmade bed,
All bent and
Bedraggled about the shoulders and
Neck leaned over.
All yellowed and dog-eared
Like a long loved –
Or unloved –
In its spine
From the strain
Of bearing the pain.
Among the mixed metaphors,
A metaphor itself,
Of days dotted
With random unconnected
The remaining pages,
with the longing
Simon C.J. Falk 25 October 2017.
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6 thoughts on “Moving Among Mixed Metaphors”
What a beautiful poem to begin the day with! 🙂 Absolutely loved the metaphors you’ve so deftly used here.
You’re too kind, Kasturi. Mixing metaphors is not so great, but was deliberate to add to the dishevelment of the character.
I really liked it a lot, Simon! 🙂
Thanks. Glad it spoke to at least one more person than me. 🙂
Thanks Simon for your graphic and image-rich prose –