Likeness

[ISawASpaceship]

Hey Spaceship. I just wanted to affirm that Busker's advice on this poem is invaluable if you're looking to improve your poetry and process. So many of us start out imagining that our private jokes might pass as metaphor. Myself included. Hard lessons are how we move on from journal scratchings to a semblance of actual poetry. Thanks for the reminder, Busker.

I find the idea of "actual poetry" to be humorous. There is an audience for everything and everyone has an opinion like everyone has a nose. One may say that metaphor is not needed here. Another may say that to liken a lover to a blanket to show security and comfort shows sentimentality. That same person might enjoy the picture of a mirror as a hand because it implies that the mirror  is the same as the woman, implying that the likeness between the two is like looking at one's reflection. That same reader might also like the picture of a woman looking into the eyes of the man she loves and seeing that those eyes are now soft, the image of a window meaning she can see into him. What is poetry if it is not made with feeling? Dribble that is agonizingly churned out for the masses. Now, your opinion is valid but I simply disagree. To each their own.  And you might want to be careful. Poe might roll over in his grave one day and spring forth from the dirt if you should imply that metaphor in poetry is not real poetry.

I think it was Poe who said "it's only metaphor when three or more people can distinguish it from self-indulgent jibbrerish. " I hope he won't haunt me for paraphrasing.

Just because you can't understand it, doesn't mean other people can't. The person I wrote to understood it. So did someone else I know. Perhaps it is self-indulgent but perhaps writing in general should be self-indulgent. Some of the worst works are written when a man decides that he will pander to everyone else's wants and wishes.