Float

ice cream

… and there is still daylight left when Daddy comes home …

Clutter metaphor

Clutter cleaned up.

Here are two versions of one of my poems
(with a metaphor that hits you over the head with a hammer).

Raspberries metaphor

raspberries

The “raspberry collective” metaphor I used reminded me of the miniature world in Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who.