journal of a writing man
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In pursuit of the metaphor
As I struggled from a hard-trodden dream
I heard him say: "Are you not feeling well?"
My options were many. Among them, between
misfortune and lack of care, was silence.
I chose the alternative, blaming my
confusion on the immanence of a poem.
"Does it hurt?" I was asked, as though
my affliction was like a cut or graze.
"Nothing elastoplast won't fix," I claimed,
pursuing a soothing metaphor.
John Bailey
Lincolnshire, December 2004
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