“An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor”Robert Frost
Good morning friends!
It’s that time again.
What kind of metaphors, similes and analogies can we could come up with today?
Don’t beat your brain like a farmer’s old feather mattress. Just let the ideas flow like a bubbling stream.
So come on. Give me your best, worst, silliest, funniest or strangest metaphors, similes and analogies. They can be from a published work, a work in process or something you thought up when you got here. Bring them on.
I can’t wait to read them.
I still don’t know why your invitation doesn’t say ‘Except for Liza, the grim reaper of metaphors.’ But since you failed the close the barn door before the bear arrived to eat all your fine ponies, you must deal with the apocalypse that falls like a rain of concrete upon your head.
So does screaming ‘bomb’ become a metaphor for ‘get out of my way. I have claustrophobia.’ or does it mean ‘I have agoraphobia and wish to be arrested and put in a tiny cell by myself.’
And why isn’t agoraphobia the fear of rabbits?
opps….
I’ve gone off track and derailed again.
Liza, the Grim Reaper of Metaphors
Liza (aka Grim Reaper of Metaphors) Thank you once again for stopping by my Monday blog!
Shaking like a leaf in a winstorm.
Why are you shaking? Is it because your 4th YES 4th book released today!!! YAY!!! Congratulations! Hope Desert Heat smokes up the charts!
More crooked than my uncle’s teeth. (ok, that one was awful. LOL_
It wasn’t awful but I have to wonder “what” was so crooked…hmmmm. LOL
I’ll give it a try. His eyes were the same color green as the sea water splashing on the rocks.
His breath smelled like a sewer treatment plant.
Her butt was as big as Mayor McCheese’s head!
LOL, I could keep going, but I’ll stop.
Brenda – You’re as good as B.O.B. in a battery store!
I have too many of these in my writing, so I’ll lend you a few, Kary! These are from 7 Days of Seduction: Like a World War II soldier wading ashore on D-Day, she carefully picked her way through the sea of party debris on the living room floor.
Her heart took off like a deer after a shotgun blast.
Fun post, Ms. Kary!
Thanks, Jenna! I love that one.
Well flipping crappo. I don’t have one this week either! Ha, I still liked reading everyone’s though. 🙂 I promise, I’ll come up with something next Monday! It’s on like a chicken bone.
I gonna hold you to your promise like a poketful of melted caramel.