Full Title: Metaphors and Similes Or Why My Husband Is More Of A Poet Than I
Early this morning I looked out westerly/northwesterly and noticed a thin line of dark blue clouds.
A little later Bud came in, looked out and said, "Oh, my gosh, those dark clouds look like a lake out there. Did you see that?"
Yes, I saw the clouds. No, I didn't see a lake. I really had to adjust my way of seeing/thinking before I could see it. (I could never see the images hidden in those 3-D stereograms, either. Bud could see them immediately.) If I could see like Bud, I think I'd have a better chance of writing poetry.
Monday when he took the picture for the previous blog, he said I looked like I had raccoon eyes. See? He talks in similes.
But, on that subject, my eyes are slowly improving and I feel much better than I did, so the new meds must be working. I want to be able to go outside again.
If I pay more attention to the different ways of looking at things and brush up on metaphors and similes, maybe I can come up with a poem before the end of the 20th anniversary of this National Poetry Month.