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MAKING METAPHORS MEANINGFUL – EXTENDED STYLE! “Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.” – C. Day Lewis

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Making metaphors meaningful – extended style!. “Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.” – C. Day Lewis. June is…. June’s in town, brown-shouldered and bare-legged, with a butterfly Perched in Her Hair. She sips a frozen drink while she floats - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

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MAKING METAPHORS MEANINGFUL – EXTENDED STYLE!

“Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.” – C. Day Lewis

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JUNE IS… June’s in town, brown-shouldered and bare-legged, with a butterfly Perched in Her Hair. She sips a frozen drink while she floats in an inflatable beach toy and flirts with the lifeguard. She has a friend with a pool pass, the loan of a beach house, and leaving work early on her mind. She’s the icing on the wedding cake, the biggest hat in the church, the starch in the flower girl’s sash. She’s the rainbow and water cocktail served by lawn sprinklers and the marriage song the bee hums to its flower. She’s the honeysuckle breath that whispers news of lawn parties, long twilights and the possibility of love striking you like summer lightning. June is the destination we dreamed of in winter, the ticket to Somewhere Warm far from the North Face Pole, the sunset that blooms like a hibiscus over a tropical island. Now boarding – all rows, all zones.   -Skirt Magazine, June 2010 Greenville, SC

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ABUELITO WHO Abuelito Who Abuelito who throws coins like rain and asks who loves him who is dough and feathers who is a watch and glass of water whose hair is made of fur is too sad to come downstairs today who tells me in Spanish you are my diamond who tells me in English you are my sky whose little eyes are string can't come out to play sleeps in his little room all night and day who used to laugh and like the letter k is sick is a doorknob tied to a sour stick is tired shut the door doesn't live here anymore is hiding underneath the bed who talks to me inside my head is blankets and spoons and big brown shoes who snores up and down up and down up and down again is the rain on the room that falls like coins asking who loves him who loves him who? Sandra Cisneros

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SHE’S EVERY WOMAN She’s Every Woman – Garth Brooks She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice

A little crazy but it's niceAnd when she gets mad, you best leave her alone'Cause she'll rage just like a river Then she'll beg you to forgive her Oh, she's every woman that I've ever known.

She's so New York and then L.A. And every town along the way And she's every place that I've never beenShe's makin love on rainy nights She's a stroll through Christmas lights And she's everything I want to do again.

It needs no explanation 'Cause it all makes perfect senseFor when it comes down to temptationShe's on both sides of the fence.

No it needs no explanation 'Cause it all makes perfect senseWhen it comes down to temptation She's on both sides of the fence.

She's anything but typical She's so unpredictable Oh but even at her worst she ain't that badShe's as real as real can be And she's every fantasy Lord she's every lover that I've ever had And she's every lover that I've never had

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SHE’S EVERYTHING 5. She's Everything (Paisley, Willis Nance) She's a yellow pair of running shoes

A holey pair of jeansShe looks great in cheap sunglassesShe looks great in anything

She's 'I want a piece of chocolate''Take me to a movie'She's 'I can't find a thing to wear'Now and then she's moody

She's a Saturn with a sunroofWith her brown hair a-blowingShe's a soft place to landAnd a good feeling knowing

She's a warm conversationThat I wouldn't miss for nothingShe's a fighter when she's madAnd she's a lover when she's loving

And she's everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needI talk about her, I go on and on and on'Cause she's everything to me

She's a Saturday out on the townAnd a church girl on SundayShe's a cross around her neckAnd a cuss word 'cause it's Monday

She's a bubble bath and candlesBaby, come and kiss meShe's a one glass of wineAnd she's feeling kinda tipsy

She's the giver I wish I could beAnd the stealer of the coversShe's a picture in my walletAnd my unborn children's mother

She's the hand that I'm holdingWhen I'm on my knees and prayingShe's the answer to my prayerAnd she's the song that I'm playing

And she's everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needI talk about her, I go on and on and on'Cause she's everything to me

She's the voice I love to hearAnd someday when I'm ninetyShe's that wooden rocking chairI want rocking right beside me

Everyday that passesI only love her moreYeah, she's the oneThat I'd lay down my own life for

And she's everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needShe's everything to meYeah, she's everything to me

Everything I ever wantedAnd everything I needAnd she's everything to me

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IDENTITY Identity

by Julio Noboa Polanco

Let them be as flowers,always watered, fed, guarded, admired,but harnessed to a pot of dirt.

I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,clinging on cliffs, like an eaglewind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.

To have broken through the surface of stone,to live, to feel exposed to the madnessof the vast, eternal sky.To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,carrying my soul, my seed,beyond the mountains of time or into the abyss of the bizarre.

I'd rather be unseen, and ifthen shunned by everyone,than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,growing in clusters in the fertile valley,where they're praised, handled, and pluckedby greedy, human hands.

I'd rather smell of musty, green stenchthan of sweet, fragrant lilac.If I could stand alone, strong and free,I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed.