we used to disagree with dark stars
falling from the new year’s firework.
but silence afterwards was cold rain
a Thursday morning in November.
we used to burn with cold rage
from a rain-soaked pyre left
when mourners fled its sorrow.
we used to be,
but now we’re not.
Today we play with metaphors at dVerse. Remember that a poet’s metaphor should be unique, surprising and not a simile. I host and give some guidelines on how to carve metaphors. The bar opens at 3PM EST as usual.
November 8, 2018