Note: Sahm at Because We’re Poets gave us Poetry Prompt #11:Metasimilac!: “I would like you to pick an object – any object – and describe it. But don’t just describe as you would to, let us say, a forensic sketch artist. Describe as you would to a child with a penchant for fantasy. What I mean is, describe it in metaphors and similes. Transform its characteristics and use “like” and “as” to compare it something else. Try to compare your chosen object to things it would be a stretch to compare it to in common conversations.“
An empty stomach of an intended fast
Is like waiting for a birthday to come at last.
The space inside looks like a yellow balloon,
Not red with happiness, not black with gloom.
Rumblings emanate like echoes in a deep ravine
Filled with air as pure as new apples, still green,
Hollow breaths consumed in gentle swallows
Taste of peace, so soft like white marshmallows.
The absence of food, as cleansing as spring rains,
Brings progression to new thoughts and old pains.
Hunger burns the core like the hot, summer sun,
A sensation, prayed, to be kept from everyone.
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