Journal #31: Metaphor Poems

Poems
Boundary by Adrienne Rich
Sonnet by C.S. Lewis

My Self-Metaphor Poem
Creature of the Night

Songs by Ludo
Streetlights
Broken Bride

Journal #29: 12-Line Poem Rough Draft

Creature of the Night

Though in a deep trance,
Sleeping soundly throughout the day
Even the slightest knock,
Tap, or whisper
May trigger and arouse me.

My circadian rhythm tells me,
Dusk is drawing near
I feel it in my blood.

Now wide awake,
I pursue a snack to nibble on
That will satisfy my empty stomach.

Stirring blindly through the hallways
Relying mainly on taste, touch, smell, and hearing,
I make my way through the maze of adjacent walls
And into the kitchen I go,
Finding myself in such luck
To come across the cheese.

I am a mouse.

Nocturnal in nature.
Physically small,
Emotionally timid,
…and self-reliant.

I am a mouse.

Not straying away from home.
Plain, yet simple,
A dependable, yet assertive being,
Keeping a low profile.

I am a mouse.

Journal #27: Brainstorm on Self-Metaphor

I tend to compare myself to a mouse, since they have poor vision and rely mostly on smell, taste, touch, and hearing. Not only are mice very shy, they also have a sense of athletic ability. Mice place an excellent sense of balance and they're excellent jumpers, too. Like me, they will spend most of their day sleeping.