The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;
The Heart is a poet writting
about new born babies and mothers milk;
The Heart is a child’s laughter,
giggling it’s way to mothers precious fruit;
The heart is a new-born hunter,
searching for laughter and giggling
as winter delivers it’s bundled love
as small droplets of mom’s jubilant tears.
I wrote this poem in an attempt to write a metaphor that rolled into another metaphor and so on each time modifying the poem and building on the metaphor before it.
Great job on this poem! I like the rolling metaphor style.
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Thanks, glad you like it. I just came up with a new name for the type of metaphors. Snowball metaphor.
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Snowball metaphor is just perfect. I like it!
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