A Poem For Today - Simile

[KEN DICKINSON]

Simile

How does a simile work?
— Place something next to something
and say, here. (The here is where
the somethings touch.) The rainy
night, like Debussy.
There on the shelf, a piece

of grapevine in a blue

vase. The world is so much
like itself it can be hard to see.
Tomorrow I will try again
to understand: what is a simile?
All night, all day: the rain

comes in vertical lines,

then horizontal lines,
like a drawing made
on the world I can perceive.
How does the simile do
whatever it is it does to us?

The world is touching
the world itself and touching
me. My hand, this pencil
making all these marks.
A drawing of the world
that is the world, that I
can make. That’s making me.

Éireann Lorsung

Sent from my iPhone

[Isabel Torres-Carrilho]

interesting!

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