Today's goal was to employ vivid similes in the style of old timey detective novels. This is...very much outside my wheelhouse. My brain is just not creative in that way. However, my husband's brain comes up with weird stuff like that on the fly all the time, so I delegated the poem writing duties for today! Our joint efforts resulted in this, another poem about our dog. The three similes are his, the end is mine. Her face, her voice, dripping with angst like rain from the gutters.
Her not-so-silent protest hitting me like unwelcome fanfare. Her eyes focused like the point of the laser she does not chase. Quaking with pent up motion she would release in an explosion If only someone would open the door! -Alvin and Ember Chu
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