Challenge Four — Metaphor

Day #4: Finding noun-verb collisions Pat Pattison, Song Writing without Boundaries

Metaphors will continue to be a struggle for me! I enjoy them but struggle with writing them, and I am not finding these exercises easy to do in much the same way I have difficulty writing fiction.

This is my way of attempting to get better. I thought of skipping this part but no, not me! Then, what do noun-verb collisions even mean? A crash? A different meaning? What?

Any comments or help to improve this writing exercise would be appreciated. I don’t seem to have an easier time at it as I move along. I will continue to work my way through this book. I am on page 70 of 215 pages. That means only 145 pages to go!

Will these writing exercises help me to write songs? Will it help me to be a better writer overall? I am not sure, but I will hang in there for a bit longer.

Moonlight — Tumble

The two of us tumble in the moonlight, much like puppies play around their mother, keeping her awake.

Moonlight tumbles through the window, ever reminding us that the full moon is out tonight.

Taking a tumble is much like how the full moonlight can affect me for some months.

Funeral — Exhale

The older man exhaled a big sigh at the funeral of his wife of 65 years. At the funeral, he exhaled with emphasis soon after the casket was closed and taken away. He thought about how he couldn’t imagine life without his loved one, and then another big exhale.

There was a very long exhale at my brother's funeral. How could a 48-year-old man be lying there dead from covid? I thought it was just old people that died from that, big exhale. The funeral had many of my favorite people there, but this felt so wrong. Another big exhale.

Exhale at the funeral, realize gratitude and celebrate a life well-lived.

Carburetor — Sing

The new carburetor sings in much the same way as we come to expect from the robin. A singing carburetor is so much better than a sluggish Robins' song each morning.

Back in the day, as I was driving along my car was humming with the new carburetor from the time at the garage. I would sing the praise of the mechanic who worked on my vehicle and pronounced the need for a carburetor.

A carburetor mixes fuel and air for motorcycles, other vehicles, and lawnmowers, in much the same way that injection fuel systems do today. Carburetors have been phased out in favor of injection fuel systems in much the same way that music changes over time, songs we sing and listen to are not the same old country music we used to listen to and sing.

Autumn — Remembers

In the autumn, she remembers all that went by the previous season. It is good when Autumn remembers, much like remembering days when she was a child.

She remembers Autumn, the leaves so bright and slowly falling to the ground are a beautiful sight to behold.

Autumn remembers what she was like as a small child when the circus would come to town, in much the same way she is excited now about her child being born.

Handkerchief — Plead

The handkerchief, I plead. A performer who pleads for his nose to stop running.

He did plead, “Hand me that handkerchief! My nose is about to blow! I am sure it is allergies but, stand back”.

A pleading for a handkerchief is similar to asking for a band-aid to stop the bleeding.

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