Blog 11
The metaphor I wanted to explain is the poem "The Socks" by Jane Keyon. The poem says, " I matched your socks and rolled them into balls then I fill your drawer with tight dak fist." We immediately understand that the speaker is saying the rolled up matched socks are like fists. Not real fists. This poem is very interesting because we have why or like it is uncomplete mystery. We all left with the question what the deal with their relationship? Why such a combative metaphor and etc. My poem of my like would be a battle. My life is like a competition or a struggle. In a battle, you are always either winning or losing. I wish to look at how life when it isn't always about winning or losing.