Make your own metaphor…

Based upon the clever commentary by Rachel in a previous post here on Mrs Metaphor I’m giving myself a week or two off from the pressures of literary fifedom and starting a new trend, “Make your own Metaphor.”

Remember the basic definition of a metaphor as found in Webster:

Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English methaphor, from Middle French or Latin; Middle French metaphore, from Latin metaphora, from Greek, from metapherein to transfer, from meta- + pherein to bear — more at BEAR
1 : a figure of speech in which a word or phrase literally denoting one kind of object or idea is used in place of another to suggest a likeness or analogy between them (as in drowning in money); broadly : figurative language

I’ll give you the subject matter and you must draw your metaphor (comparing this subject to something else and not using the words “like” or “as” remember….)

Here is your assignment this week…you may make it as long or as short as you would like, if you need additional paper you may raise your hand and I will virtually send one back to your seat.

Your subject is, “What did you do on your summer vacation?”

I’ll even model this for you briefly.

In the midst of rural tennessee, the winter brings with her solitude and wonder, stillness and cool crisp evenings.   We have spent the summer welcoming June and July, bags unpacked, filled with friends and family, who came bursting onto the scene with immense vigor.  They make our home a full scale replica of Grand Central Station…thank God for air conditioning and the  approaching of Fall.

Ready? Begin.

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16 thoughts on “Make your own metaphor…

  1. Attending Convention, I was but one Chocolate Chip clad Stamp-bot, melting on the Willie Wonka assembly line that was the walk from the hotel to the convention center each sticky hot day. Even still, Denver was a cool, candy-coated prelude to a week spent captive in the real heat of the firey furnace of my inlaws’ cottage, bitterness and rensent boiling to the surface to be refined away. So a few more impurities have been removed from my soul and I am ready for the Master’s craftmanship as I lie here on the anvil awaiting to be reshaped a little more closely into His image.

  2. Hmm…I’ll give it a try but don’t laugh at me since both Dina and you hit it out of the park.

    On second thought…I probably should not be unintentionally so funny. Great post.

  3. lousy with cigarettes and bad ideas i fed the gaping maw with inconsequential thoughts and views. swimming in cool mediocrity i came up for air but was too late for my gulp of refreshing storylines and plot twists. baking in the heat of my own despair, i signed on to author another blog.

    how’s that? 😉
    WC

  4. Emon…oh, very subtle…you snuck that in right under my nose. LOL…I’ll give you an A for cleverness.

    WC…at the risk of being labeled an easy grader I’ll give you an A as well! Very good!

    You are all doing so well I’m going to be out of a job soon…

  5. Hi! I would like to say that I did not intend to roast you at the PT board. I have a very literal mind. When Tracy asked “what do you call X type of post,” I straight up responded to the question. Here in NC, it’s called a flounce. I wasn’t even thinking that it would be applied to you (ok, stupid me, it was in your thread. I should have thought of it.) What I was really thinking of when I answered the question was the last girl who flounced off the gothic fashion/makeup community after people recommended that she stop shaving her eyebrows off.

    I always mean well. But sometimes I am dense.

  6. No worries, Gothie. The visual I got of the word, “flounce” is fabulous…and I think you rock.

    You need to blog, girl. I would love to get a peek into the world of Gothchiq.

  7. I have a blog, but it’s friendslocked because of extreme troll/stalker activity on a previous blog. However, if you open an account where I am (to do nothing more than read, if you don’t want to write there) I can always friend you on there so you can see.

    This blog is relatively new due to deletion of said previous blog to get rid of the tard. Blog administration of otherblog refused to take action. *fumes*

    I am velvet_nights on greatestjournal.com.

  8. Mrs M- Here is my assignment, I apologize for its tardiness, I was sick (no, really!).

    Summer came and went with speed of Christmas morning. Most impressive was my move across country, like leaving elementary school for junior high; you know you will stay in touch with your friends, but you won’t see them as often, and the scenery is all different…..and the boxes piling up, and tearing down, it is an endless roll of tape at my house. While I am as excited as a student, entering that new school, I am also just as afraid, of the changes, the new people, and making new friends.

  9. FOF. I will gladly accept a note from your mother and perhaps from your doctor as well. It’s not still contagious is it? Put on gloves before passing the note.

    I must be one excellent teacher because your assignment is a peach! Well Done! A well earned A.

  10. Mrs. M – Tardier than FLip, here I go:

    Summer was a wave of beach trips, preceded by a splash of swimming classes. The thirst for fun was slaked only by weekly sailings to Disneyland to eat dinner by the Rivers of America. And now, as we glide into fall and ice skating classes, I look back, on the tears shed in the pool when it was time to go underwater, on our stay at a famous haunted beach hotel, and all those nights with Mickey, and I thirst again. But this time for the rains of fall and winter, and warm times at home with the family.

  11. Braved it last night – my tyke (3) and my (step)grandson (1) closed the park down! Left just before it started raining.

    Thanks for the grade. If only I had applied myself as well at school as I try to in life…

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