Wordsmithery and My Love of Metaphor

The time dilation in effect for most of this year is now over.  Time has headed over a cliff and is now falling toward December faster than I can hang on to my safety ropes.

Time dilation allowed me to do all sorts of things this year: gardening, complain about the heat, start a compost bin, and expound on the worthiness of certain kitchen sponges (which, by the way, I’m still using and they’re still the same price.).  It allowed me to put together my website and start writing to all of you.  I’ve networked, tweeted, joined clubs, and passed a test.  I was Matron of Honor for my sister too (though, upon hearing the word “matron” I have an uncontrollable reflex that results in a boot to the head for whomever utters it.).

So, what am I talking about?  Time dilation over?  What’s that, some weird sci-fi reference?  And yes, it is, actually.  For an explanation of time dilation, you need to read Orson Scott Card’s Xenocide series.  You will thank me, because it’s superb.

And now that time has resumed its regularly perceived, mind-numbing speed, I have had to relearn how to fit 10 lbs. into a 5 lb. bag.

What that means is…I’m busy.  See now, wasn’t that all more interesting than opening with, “I’m so busy?”  That’s right up there with, “the sky is blue”, and “don’t discuss politics with the family over Thanksgiving dinner,” and other obvious statements.

I’ve been doing a lot of AutoCAD drafting in the last month and a half.  Drafting for multiple hours every day on spaces with curving walls, cove lighting, and lots of ceiling changes.  That, and my love of metaphor, caused my brain to cough up this little nugget yesterday after I came up for air with bleary-eyed fatigue.

I give you….a poem:

                You’re on the line

                The straight and narrow line

                You’re a curving line, a swerving line, a blurry line

                                with foreshortened perspective

                                and no vanishing point

                You wiggle and wriggle and try to be invisible

                                A dashed, almost there, out of line, line

                Why can’t you be parallel?

                                With no intersections?

                You’re full of segments and nodes and jumping off points

                                and that is what worries me.

                You’re a line that desires to be something quite else

                Something more infinite and three-dimensional, instead of simple, flat, and easy.

                I want to break you.

                Get back in line.

I think I may have been channeling the Five Man Electrical Band.

Feel free to attach whatever metaphorical meaning you wish to my gold-nugget protest poem.  Ah, I can hear the beatniks booing snapping their fingers throughout cyberspace.

Have a wonderful and relaxed Thanksgiving!

9 comments on “Wordsmithery and My Love of Metaphor

  1. Happy Thanksgiving to you too. I have restricted myself to walk so straight a line for so long that now when I wish to turn sharply before I run out of time, I don’t know how. This circle I am forming is making me dizzy.

  2. Hi Tammy,
    that’s a very poetic reflection of the work with a CAD software.
    Btw I love it: “I have had to relearn how to fit 10 lbs. into a 5 lb. bag.”
    That’s poetic too.
    Put you on my blogroll – very close to Jody B.
    Love from Germany

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