Jan's Master Class--METAPHOR

[CatLin]

I'm so honored you chose my metaphor as an example, Jan! The funny thing is, I didn't know I was writing a metaphor! I was just writing.

So, now I feel pressure - and when I try to write a metaphor, it's much harder. I kept writing similes.

My homework:


The ice cubes attached to my frigid hands rattled on the keyboard.

I peered into the dark of my lion's den and made out the book on the coffee table. As I groped for it, I wondered again why likes to keep the lights so dim.

The canopy of live oaks enveloped the path in a warm hug.


No links, but a couple of examples (I think) that I found:

From my poem "What Good" - referring to the Word...

what good is Its Breath
if the Life It bestows
is neglected
starved
smothered
before It grows wings?

From "Little Pitchers Have Big Ears"...

Jeff’s eyes shot toward the window, and he saw his son’s ashen face, a full moon glowing in the darkening room.

[havah]

I loved that last metaphor, Soren. Very realistic.

[lthomas]

I've been absent from class for a while; and hope I can drop in. I feel a bit rusty, but here goes my assignment.

Loren


He did he not remember owning a parrot, nor know how it had learn to talk. But there he was, in the corner of the darken room, endlessly squawking, “Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.” He covered his ears, but the words now turned to screeching, would not go away.

See that darkened lamp over there. It is not faulty or damaged; it is simply unplugged. Your potential to shine is like that to God. He simply needs you to plug into his power.

Words snip the ropes that bind our senses. Finally untethered, our eyes see beyond the horizon, our grasp at last able to exceed our reach, unheard music plays sweetly in our ears, our nostrils are constantly filled with the scent of the seasons, and the taste of eternity rests upon our tongues

[glorybee]

Verna, what gorgeous imagery! Thanks so much for sharing it!