Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",
vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,
becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;
a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
becomes a full bodied soprano reaching for high A
no longer penning curly cues and girlish giggles
but brandishing flourishes as bold and strong
as ambition dares reach...
and she dares.
by Margaret Bednar, January 16, 2017
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Poetry, Writing, & Metaphor - Dreaming w/ Stacie" Metaphors are not to use the word like - I believe if one uses "like" then it is a similes. They both compare ...