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Metaphors
by David NeubauerIf love were a fruit,
I'm left with a peach pit.
If love were a tremor,
I'm grasping at aftershock.
If love were a garage sale,
I'm sorting through junk.
If love were a comedy,
I'm devoid of pointed wit.
If love were an investment
I'm nothing but nickel stock.
If love were a board game,
my battleship's sunk.
If love were a state,
then I'm Puerto Rico.
If love was at noon,
then let it be dawn. 02/13/2007 Posted on 02/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/13/07 at 06:35 PM Well said, man. I think we've all been there. |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 02/13/07 at 08:24 PM If poem comments were a gesture, this would be an affirmative head nod. |
| Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 02/15/07 at 08:23 AM Witty, Bright, Fresh - is what this poem is.
Love it. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/16/07 at 07:02 AM There's such a cheerful wryness about this, and brilliantly set up. I like the choice of love as a "peach"-- a great start--even if you've only got the pit... and the separation before the state choice--that's very good, and yes, the last two lines, give an upward, hopefulness that's perfect! |
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