Melanie Agua

(1980 / Philippines)

Metaphors Sulk


Metaphors in the head,
screaming for freedom -
when I'm on the bus,
empty-handed; dirt road
shaking the wheels.

When I'm home facing
meadows and butterflies,
it's behaved and quiet.
I beg for its meat but...
like a child, sulks.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Edited: Friday, September 17, 2010
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  • Brian Dorn (9/20/2006 9:23:00 AM)

    Melanie, inspiration so often comes at the most inopportune moment, I think we can all relate. Nice concept and very well done! !
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  • Foster Blaine (9/20/2006 8:02:00 AM)

    Seems words always find us when we've the least time to get them all down. This is a piece that any true poet should identify with. Words are moody, words are stubborn, YES words are like children. Keep searching for those metaphors and never leave home without a pen (Report) Reply

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