This month, I’m tagging along with Christie, Margaret, Jone, Mary Lee, and other writers to play with poetry for National Poetry Writing Month. I’ll be creating poems using haikubes, metaphor dice, magnet poetry, paint chips and anything else that catches my fancy.
Today, I rolled the metaphor dice and decided I could use any set of words that lined up on that first roll, not just the ones facing up. So I wrote down all six metaphors, careful not to shift the dice around. Then I looked over the metaphors to choose which one to start from today–and realized they kind of made their own poem. I played with the arrangement of lines, and the title is my own, but all six lines are the metaphors generated by one roll of the cubes.
your family is an accidental metaphor
happiness is a desperate songbird
home is a bootleg midwife
your mother is a broken mirror
my father is an impossible side show
memory is a burning promise
love is a backhanded kiss
the dirigible plum 
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