Your life - it's metaphor.

freescorfr

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A really lovely person decribed to me their life as "being at sea"

I have soemtimes seen myself as a cork floating on the ocean, knowing there are millions of other corks in the ocean too, but that I meet with another one but occasionally.
If, however, we could all meet up, we could build a raft together, a ship, an island, perhaps even a continent which would support new life.


Do you have a metaphor for your life?
 
jokingly to a friend i said that my life is a never ending toliet bowl swirl... <but that really is a joke..i have a great life> i'd say my life is like a magic show...surprising..and yet predictable..
 
I wrote a poem about it. I am the sea too.

"Her face is everchanging, her face is evermore
What secrets lie beneath her shining skin?"

I am a man, but for some reason I always refer to my life (soul) in feminine form.
 
Not original

I often refer to my life as being a rollercoaster ride.

It has it's extreme high points which dip suddenly to low points.

It is ever changing and always, there is anticipation.
 
My life is the warp and weft on a giant loom. In some way my life resembles a woven ensemble. But who does the weaving, where do the threads come from? - only more questions.
 
damn riff...that's a great little poem...i may steal that and use it in a song
 
Life is a compost pile. The precious discards that deconstruct into the ferilizer of the present...and I it's sifter.
 
Life is like a pot of Gumbo.
Throw a whole buncha shit in there - some good, some bad - but when it gets down to it...it's ALL good.
 
I think my life is like a maze. There's a point A and a point B, but everything else is sort of hazy. Usually in mazes there's only one way to get to the other side. But my maze is very complex, it's 3-D, there are many twists and turns, and I can only think ahead to the next turn.

I can model my path against grandparents, role models, people who've gone before. My life will be influenced by many who touch it. But in the end, it's my maze and I'm finding my very own path.
 
unclej said:
damn riff...that's a great little poem...i may steal that and use it in a song

Go ahead. It's just two lines of many. And I can't remember the title.

Thanks for the compliment. Just be sure to PM the song to me so can see what you did with it?
 
A harvest of metaphors


Life is a compost pile.

My life is the warp and weft on a giant loom.

I often refer to my life as being a rollercoaster ride.

I'm just a duck in a pond.

I am the sea too.

I'd say my life is like a magic show

I think my life is like a maze

A pot of Gumbo.



When I see these posts I feel less life a cork bobbing in isolation on a giant ocean.
The Oddessey of Lit attracts like souls, who, by their very own metaphors, are a hugely diverse lot.
We meet up here in wiggles maze, as if in a magic show, weaving a tapestry on the giant loom, depicting the duck in the pond - and it feels like a rollercoaster ride at sea.

There's a plagiarist aloof and Riff, in French, the person = soul is feminine.
 
freescorfr said:
When I see these posts I feel less life a cork bobbing in isolation on a giant ocean.
The Oddessey of Lit attracts like souls, who, by their very own metaphors, are a hugely diverse lot.

This bobbing, corky island supports the inner life...the life of promise.

...and, we're all survivors.:cool:
 
Life is like a playground.
It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. But then, of course, you could just go to the nurses office, get fixed and get back out there playing.
 
True. It is a recess from the school of the dead.

The world is my ashtray.

:)
 
My life is like a tapestry of rich and royal blue
An ever changing vision of an ever changing view
A wonderous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold

Stolen from Carole King's song Tapestry but I've always thought it suited me :)
 
My life is like a dark tunnel but there is a light at the end. Now if I could figure out why these tracks are here and who's blasting that damn horn I'd be a lot happier.
 
Reverie said:
My life is like a tapestry of rich and royal blue
An ever changing vision of an ever changing view
A wonderous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold

Stolen from Carole King's song Tapestry but I've always thought it suited me :)
I used to love that song. it reminds me of the only American girl I ever knew.
 
My life is a work in progress

constantly being edited, evolving, changing; ever being re-written.

Ebony
 
I love that whole album

freescorfr said:

I used to love that song. it reminds me of the only American girl I ever knew.

to the point that I have worn out three copies of the tape and CD. In fact, I was just thinking I need to buy another one.

Ebony
 
"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening

Hrm. A metaphor for life? I was just thinking (scary, I know) about how people are like ships passing each other in a fog-shrouded sea, never really seeing one another until it's almost too late.

I was starting to go somewhere with that, but it ended up with wreckage and people screaming, as so many of my daydreams do. I really need to stop writing horror for awhile. :)
 
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