#metaphor — Public Fediverse posts

Driving at night:

"The dippers, the gods, and warriors all flickering about the ambiguous emoji of the moon." —Lorrie Moore 🌔

#metaphor #moon #emoji #writing

This Mined Mind of Mine

This mind of mine
is a mine
mined with mines,

bombs bombing
balmy balms,

static coms,
erratic ROMs,

a spinning sinning din of
fractured psalms.

Soul soloing
solely on wounded soles,

moldy moles
modifying holes,

digging shrews,
rigging news,

a sonic bubonic tonic of
the unamused.

Eye on the I,
I’d hide from I,
why try,

eye, I,
open wide,

what’s inside,
now out,
look about,

shouting shout,
spouting sprouts,

broken limbs,
token Sims,

a brimming skimming hymn of
the grim.

Blinding binds,
blinds behind signs,

warped windows,
skin grows,

transparent parent
gelling jellos,

a churning yearning turning of
buried cellos.

Nerve serving curve
of the mortal swerve,

a word herd stirred,
a buried blurred bird,

sudden flight,
sodden fright,

a scattered battered bat of
the tattered night.

Hands in the sand,
unplanned manned strands
of what once was grand,

keeps collapse,
seeps relapse,

in the laps of
the lambasted land,

vain veins
veined in clay,

waiting gray,
weighty water
washing away,

a dim lit hymn-bit limb of
decay.

Still—

slurping krill,
burping bill,

Be still,
be still,

not my will,
but thine,

new wine,
do dine,

demining
this mined heart of mine,

never mine,
ever kind,

sever the binding line,

and I,
eye,

am no longer
blind.

Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Laplace's demon. Entry X-0: THE UNSEEN FLAW

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-8768-6194-6423-d85260939288

SYSTEM FAILURE _

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-1968-5438-5db5-565737913797

2. Cyber Demon: The Flesh Protocols : Chapter 1.02

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-1668-5297-ab1f-a8a475378550

2. (DEMONIC) MIRROR OF REALITY - Chapter 1

https://friendica.world/display/84b6ef2b-1768-4229-4cba-d60346599810

On the vogue #word “weaponize,” a #metaphor for the word “politicize,” and the birth of other words with the I Z E ending that changed them from #nouns to #verbs #language #rhetoric
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/08/15/overusing-word-weaponize/

🥥 When is an epic #disaster a #metaphor for an #EpicDisaster?
Maybe when the #EconomicSystem has been engineered to produce more disasters all the way down. 🥥

🥥 When is an epic #disaster a #metaphor for an #EpicDisaster?
Maybe when the #EconomicSystem has been engineered to produce more disasters all the way down. 🥥

🥥 When is an epic #disaster a #metaphor for an #EpicDisaster?
Maybe when the #EconomicSystem has been engineered to produce more disasters all the way down. 🥥

🥥 When is an epic #disaster a #metaphor for an #EpicDisaster?
Maybe when the #EconomicSystem has been engineered to produce more disasters all the way down. 🥥