Metaphoric Whirlwind
I am offended
by your metaphors,
they're vindictive
the way they dangle themselves
above my heartstrings,
periodically plucking
when one gets tangled in the wind
they just hang there
like an untame pennon
waiting to flap
for blatant recognition
my, how you crave those squalls
with such ravenous gluttony,
gnawing at the pellucid air
as though it were chewable
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2008
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