Metaphors With Adjectives and Nouns

“Song Writing Without Boundaries” written by Pat Pattison’s book on lyric writing exercises is the prompt I am currently working from this book. The first challenge was 14 days of What, Who, When, and Where writing prompts.

This second challenge is Metaphors with 14 days of prompts, with the first day being Adjectives and Nouns. Please be patient. I am saying that more for me than for you!

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Lonely — — Moonlight

Lonely in the moonlight. Wishing my sweetie were here with me.

What makes it so lonely in the moonlight? The daytime isn’t the same. You can still be lonely in the daytime.

90 second timed writing:

The moonlight matches my lonely heart, giving me no time to cry or time to think, it is there by itself up in the sky with an occasional cloud going by. Too much loneliness, the moonlight brings for me to know anything different.

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Blackened — — Funeral

The blackened stone was a perfect stone to place on my grandfather's grave at the funeral.

It had the perfect words on the blackened stone marker. The funeral was a celebration of life.

90 second timed writing:

The blackened stone sunk in at the funeral and left me sinking right along with it. Sinking into a blackened murk until I cried myself to sleep. My heart is broken and blackened like the stone I am left with. Can I really see what will happen in the future or not?

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Fallen — — Carburetor

The carburetor had fallen onto the ground. The mechanic stooped and picked it up.

Who knew the fallen carburetor would need to be replaced.

90 second timed writing:

Is that all I was but the fallen carburetor in his life that needed to be replaced. I think not. If that is all I mean to him I will move on to someone who talks to me in better metaphors than the fallen carburetor that needs to be replaced. Time to move on, beyond this love.

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Smooth — — Autumn

The smooth autumn leaves were so beautiful to me.

A smooth autumn would soon be over, then winter.

90 second timed writing:

Autumn like my second marriage was a short season. How could it be anything else? We were good at raising children and enjoying certain things we had in common, but we weren’t meant to live happily ever after, we were meant for a season and that is how some things work out!

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Fevered — — Handkerchief

Fevered handkerchief after perspiration from the heat.

The handkerchief was dripping with perspiration after my fevered sleep.

90 second timed writing:

In my fevered state, I was like a handkerchief rag doll! So sick and tired of life as it was moving along like a boulder being pushed uphill. This was not for me. Why was I here? No place for me here!

Poetry Using Adjectives and Nouns

I wiped my handkerchief on my fevered brow

Looking out Autumn was so smooth in the window

Waiting on my man was not what I should be doing now

Who knew the fallen carburetor would break

And he would blame me for the break for his sake

And he blackened my eye before the funeral wake

A lonely walk in the moonlight was a mistake

It wasn’t time to go out alone, but anyhow

I did leave and now I will not return to mow

His lawn or make his breakfast or dinner or sew

His pocket, a button on, or anything else, or row

His boat, or google what he wants to know

Or what he wants when he wants it. No.

It is now time to go!

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First published by Mercury Press on medium.com