Posts Tagged With ‘ metaphors poetry ’

 In the mosaic of olden days, reflections unfold, The rearview mirror of memories, a tale to be told. Highs and lows painted on the canvas of time, A masterpiece of life, an intricate rhyme.   Laughter and tears, like brushstrokes so bold, In the gallery of recollections, stories are scrolled. People, once vivid, in my journey they played, A tapestry of connections and memories laid.   Some departed, like whispers in the wind, Time’s gentle teacher, lessons chime within. No rewind button in life’s relentless track, A realization dawns, no going back.   Parents, like anchors, in the... Continue Reading

 A song by Al Stewart called Time Passages was playing in the background and these thoughts leapt to my mind. Enjoy. In the tapestry of time, I sit and reflect, From the barely started day to the evening’s sweet sunset. Mondays to Fridays, a seamless blend, Years passing swiftly, like a transient wind.   Forty, fifty, sixty years unfold, A lifetime’s story in moments told. Highs and lows, laughter and tears, People departed, echoes in my ears.   Parents, friends, their absence profound, Realizing too late, that time has its bounds. Yet, amidst losses, a spirit to find, To embrace... Continue Reading

Imagine life as a vast, ever-changing landscape, and the way you navigate it is through the lens of metaphors – colourful expressions and symbols that capture the essence of your experiences. G. K. Chesterton once said, “All slang is a metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.” This implies that the language we use, especially slang, is not just a casual tool for communication but a poetic expression that shapes our understanding of the world. Now, let’s consider the different generations, like Boomers and young people, as travelers on this metaphorical journey. Each generation... Continue Reading

 “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is often misunderstood as a poem that celebrates individualism and the idea of forging one’s own path in life. However, a closer reading of the poem reveals that this interpretation is too simplistic. The speaker of the poem faces a choice between two paths and ultimately chooses the less travelled one. There is a position that the two roads in “The Road Not Taken” are interchangeable, and it is valid, as the text of the poem supports it. As the speaker himself notes, the two paths “equally lay / In leaves” and “the passing there / Had worn... Continue Reading

Some whimsy to start the weekend with my attempt at a poem about dark matter followed by a poem by Rebecca Anne Wood Elson a Canadian–American astronomer and writer about the same subject. Dark matter, a mystery still unsolved A substance that scientists have evolved To understand and decipher its code But still, it remains a heavy load It holds the galaxies in its grip Yet we cannot see it or even nip A tiny piece to study and analyze It remains elusive, a cosmic surprise   Some say it’s made of particles unseen Others believe it’s a glitch, a dream But one thing is certain, it’s... Continue Reading