Similes

How I feel these days might be like
the rising of smoke after a candle
twisting and bending over itself
strands dancing in counterpoint
moving outward, exploring.
Or it might be like
 the formation of a curl
 at the start of a a fern
 all the tightly wound fronds
 coalescing from nothing
an idea within the amorphous mass
shooting like a wind puff on a pond
sending its darts of delineation
down in spining spirals
 that will later unwind
and stretch out
as energy flows up its conduits
to kiss the light
 suffuse itself with native green
 embody life.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2011



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