Ms. Molly's Metaphors
Moved Melodically
Mom mastered molding metal
Mysteriously marvelously magically.
Meanwhile minoring music,
My motives moved more melodically.
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Maybe missing money made marks
Multiplying major mistakes.
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Minty milkshakes melted,
Meeting moats’ mouthwash,
Making menthol motorboats.
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Minutes mobilized motorcycles
Miffing malaprops melodramatically,
Manifesting moonlight's miniscule mitochondria.
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Miracle Mars metastasized
Magnifying mineral matter,
Motivating mercenaries.
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Muscles maneuvered mail
Manipulating muddy mirth,
Masking memory's magazines.
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Machines murmured,
Maintaining missions
Manufacturing million methodical mixtures.
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Mountains mingled mercifully
Mimicking mammoths' migration,
Mounting meal modulation.
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Memories marked meditation's momentum
Modeling morality's maps.
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Minds moved misjudged monsters’ monstrosities,
Mostly mitigating meerkats
Miming muted men’s mindful microphones,
Morphing Ms. Molly’s metaphors.
Comments (2)
There’s such a mechanical feel to the imagery: macinery, motion, all harking back—from my perspective—to the “molding metal.” I am obsessed with “Manifesting moonlight's miniscule mitochondria,” it’s so deep and dark and obscure. The only thing I missed, personally, was more hints of the musical and melodic promise of the first stanza, which I expected to hear/see as the poem developed (unless I am completely lost in a maze of metaphor). Beautiful and creative writing.
Very much love this and will post to my profile. I feel interpretation can and perhaps is intended to be an exercise of freedom here and that let's me loosen the anxiety or guilt about assigning meaning and cast it off. Seems to me the best tautograms here are the ones that embrace openness this way. I did not submit on time in anattempt to have control because it might be expected. This was against my better judgement though. My instinct was to use the medium to allow freedom. I will listen to imtuition next time. This is beautiful! Followed and posted.