Today We Look At Metaphors And Similes

Dying is a bird flying
towards a dark cloud

Come off it!

That’s the trouble with poetry.
Everything has to be something else
or be like something else, so…

Dying is like a bird flying
towards a dark cloud

No!

His going from us
was a slow sad thing
to behold.

We didn’t like it.

And being so old
was not something
he was prepared for.

Perhaps he was in need of a comforting metaphor?

‘I never thought
it would come to this,’
he said

as the cloud darkened
and the bird disappeared.