Of Metaphors and Similes
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1 min readJan 22, 2017
Why do we do, what we do, in the way we do?
Gulping down the sorrow,
On the high wind, I ride and sail
My chariot and my ship,
My winged horses, against the dark head
Of west wind and
The silver mast of my ship in,
The unchartered waters of the end of the world
And here I am.
Almost a rider and nearly a sailor,
with broken chariot, and ship that leaks.
A metaphor in prose,
and like a simile in speech.