Day 19- Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.
Note: this is not really a metaphor, but I didn’t think anything else could capture what I was trying to convey.
Every time I do the laundry,
my thoughts spin round in circles.
I drown in tears,
I am washed clean.
I don’t separate the colours
so they bleed into each other –
reds and greens, blues and purples,
a rainbow of emotions.
When they come out,
I wring them
(till they are no longer dripping
with the intensity of novelty).
I hang them up to dry
and watch as the colours fade
in the light of acceptance.
And then I fold them neatly
and arrange them in the pages of my book.