shimmer, glimmer, go
Standing at the window, Thalia watches light dance on frost covered branches and blades of grass. “I toooo-ld yah saving the seed head was werrrr-th-why-lll!”
“We can’t mail it.” Nia’s logic jumps quicker than Jack Be Nimble. “It’ll fall apart — and gum up the mail machines. Do YOU want to be responsible for packages not arriving in time for Christmas?”
“'Twas only for the photo…” With the care of Mary laying baby Jesus upon the hay, Calliope places the dandelion back into its tin. “Symbolism… and metaphor.”
Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.
~Orson Scott Card
A note from Loveletterist:
Many years ago I came across an article about metaphor. At the time, the concepts therein were a revelation of understanding.
I wish I could link us to it.
I'd love to read it again.
Alas... I cannot find it.
😱
In my searching, I did find this... (my words)
I used to HATE poetry. I found it ambiguous and confusing — with too many loose ends.
One day… somebody commented on one of my written pieces… “You write like a poet.”
“Say what?!”
Here is my current understanding of a poet/poetry.
A poet does not tell you what to think. A poet encourages you to think for yourself… employing metaphor as a tool.
A poet TRUSTS you.
I’m still a work in progress… often wanting life’s lessons handed to me in a neat and tidy package, but I continue to dance with the confidence to figure things out for myself.
That is one fantabulous togoggan? Beanie? Watch cap? (A search for correct headwear terminology was illuminating. Oddly, the "sources" claim that we Southerners use the term "toboggan" for the hat! Very odd as few Southerners have ever seen a ridable toboggan much less ridden one. Growing up in PA that was not a hat name we used. I did enjoy more than a few toboggan rides. With a few rides to compact newly fallen fluffy snow, the track resulted in decent speeds.
With my propensity for rabbit holes, of course I searched for Mr. Card, a writer with at least 6 pen names, even a woman's. I discovered he's the great, great, grandson of Brigham Young. And much more to read. Guess what? Some have criticized his works (of which there are plenty)! To me that's a sign of a good writer.
Last, I once again appreciated how the spirit of teamwork and community turned what at first seemed like disagreement into harmony. That's the Spirit!