Making metaphors meaningful – extended style!

1. Making metaphors meaningful – extended style! “Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.” – C. Day Lewis

2. June is… • June’s in town, brown-shouldered • and bare-legged, with a butterfly • Perched in Her Hair. • She sips a frozen drink while she floats • in an inflatable beach toy and flirts with • the lifeguard. She has a friend with a • pool pass, the loan of a beach house, and • leaving work early on her mind. She’s • the icing on the wedding cake, the biggest • hat in the church, the starch in the flower • girl’s sash. She’s the rainbow and water • cocktail served by lawn sprinklers and • the marriage song the bee hums to its • flower. She’s the honeysuckle breath • that whispers news of lawn parties, long • twilights and the possibility of love striking • you like summer lightning. June is the • destination we dreamed of in winter, the • ticket to Somewhere Warm far from the • North Face Pole, the sunset that blooms • like a hibiscus over a tropical island. • Now boarding – all rows, all zones. • -Skirt Magazine, June 2010 Greenville, SC

3. Abuelito Who • Abuelito Who • Abuelito who throws coins like rain • and asks who loves him • who is dough and feathers • who is a watch and glass of water • whose hair is made of fur • is too sad to come downstairs today • who tells me in Spanish you are my diamond • who tells me in English you are my sky • whose little eyes are string • can't come out to play • sleeps in his little room all night and day • who used to laugh and like the letter k • is sick • is a doorknob tied to a sour stick • is tired shut the door • doesn't live here anymore • is hiding underneath the bed • who talks to me inside my head • is blankets and spoons and big brown shoes • who snores up and down up and down up and down again • is the rain on the room that falls like coins • asking who loves him • who loves him who? • Sandra Cisneros

4. She’s Every Woman • She’s Every Woman – Garth Brooks • She's sun and rain, she's fire and iceA little crazy but it's niceAnd when she gets mad, you best leave her alone'Cause she'll rage just like a river Then she'll beg you to forgive her Oh, she's every woman that I've ever known.She's so New York and then L.A. And every town along the way And she's every place that I've never beenShe's makin love on rainy nights She's a stroll through Christmas lights And she's everything I want to do again.It needs no explanation 'Cause it all makes perfect senseFor when it comes down to temptationShe's on both sides of the fence.No it needs no explanation 'Cause it all makes perfect senseWhen it comes down to temptation She's on both sides of the fence.She's anything but typical She's so unpredictable Oh but even at her worst she ain't that badShe's as real as real can be And she's every fantasy Lord she's every lover that I've ever had And she's every lover that I've never had

5. She’s Everything • 5. She's Everything(Paisley, Willis Nance) • She's a yellow pair of running shoesA holey pair of jeansShe looks great in cheap sunglassesShe looks great in anythingShe's 'I want a piece of chocolate''Take me to a movie'She's 'I can't find a thing to wear'Now and then she's moodyShe's a Saturn with a sunroofWith her brown hair a-blowingShe's a soft place to landAnd a good feeling knowingShe's a warm conversationThat I wouldn't miss for nothingShe's a fighter when she's madAnd she's a lover when she's loving • And she's everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needI talk about her, I go on and on and on'Cause she's everything to meShe's a Saturday out on the townAnd a church girl on SundayShe's a cross around her neckAnd a cuss word 'cause it's Monday • She's a bubble bath and candlesBaby, come and kiss meShe's a one glass of wineAnd she's feeling kinda tipsyShe's the giver I wish I could beAnd the stealer of the coversShe's a picture in my walletAnd my unborn children's motherShe's the hand that I'm holdingWhen I'm on my knees and prayingShe's the answer to my prayerAnd she's the song that I'm playingAnd she's everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needI talk about her, I go on and on and on'Cause she's everything to meShe's the voice I love to hearAnd someday when I'm ninetyShe's that wooden rocking chairI want rocking right beside meEveryday that passesI only love her moreYeah, she's the oneThat I'd lay down my own life forAnd she's everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needShe's everything to meYeah, she's everything to meEverything I ever wantedAnd everything I needAnd she's everything to me

6. Identity • Identityby Julio NoboaPolancoLet them be as flowers,always watered, fed, guarded, admired,but harnessed to a pot of dirt.I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,clinging on cliffs, like an eaglewind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.To have broken through the surface of stone,to live, to feel exposed to the madnessof the vast, eternal sky.To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,carrying my soul, my seed,beyond the mountains of time or into the abyss of the bizarre.I'd rather be unseen, and ifthen shunned by everyone,than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,growing in clusters in the fertile valley,where they're praised, handled, and pluckedby greedy, human hands.I'd rather smell of musty, green stenchthan of sweet, fragrant lilac.If I could stand alone, strong and free,I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed.