Like Waters For Words---A Simile Exercise
like waters for words...
The morning sun, taste like yellow-foul run?
Her voice smelled like warm caramel candy corn;
The music sounded heavy as the winter winds torn;
The color green feels like emeralds…
Aster-flowers
The color red tastes like Kool Aid™
Without sugar…
Midnight ran is bitter a garrisons;
The wind look as calm as spacious;
Seeing him walk was like hearing the locusts;
Tasting the nights dinner was like watching silent black N white television;
Hear her cry was like tasting lightening;
Smelling the gasoline was like touching a busy sticky-bee hive;
Touching her dying father’s hand was like seeing the gravel and rocks cry,
like waters for words flowing floating and rolling...
8/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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