…the task of the day over at dVerse is to create unique metaphors and incorporate them into a poem…I think this post from a little while back fits…thanks to Bjorn for the prompt
If a Relationship is a Bus
if a relationship is a bus
why then sometimes
does the bus leave the paved road,
the beaten track,
the path most trodden,
and bump off across
a corrugated desert
complete with tumble weeds
and plural cacti
(the wind is howling
at least, it sounds like the wind)
and that bus keeps bumping along
until it coughs, sputters to a stop,
and the occupants reluctantly step out
onto the desert floor
which is really an ancient ocean bed
strewn with the fossils
of forgotten fish
like the back lot
of some prehistoric sushi bar
they step out
breathe the bone dry air
and ask themselves how,
how the hell
did we end up
in this fucking bus metaphor?
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Stopdraggingthepanda 
Ha, ha, ha – love the places your mind goes.
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Thank you!! Much appreciated!
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Still liking it – especially the ending.
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thought I’d take the bus out for another ride!
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That bus is worthy of another ride, for sure!
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hilarious ending, but truly beautifully written.
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Hi there…thank you..much appreciated!
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Story of my life 😂 this is great, thanks for sharing!!
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Thank you!!
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Ha… you had me laughing out loud in the end… and here I thought it was the relationship that had run dry…
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Your metaphor is unforgettable and also made me laugh!
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The poet is the culprit, like the novelist or screen writer who decides what character to kill off.
The last lines create another layer to the poem, and it tweaks the predispositions of the readers; very cool.
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Thanks Glenn,,,much appreciated!
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I like the contrast between these two lines: “onto the desert floor
which is really an ancient ocean bed”
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Thanks frank!
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I love the setting of your poem, and where it finally ended up. I love that metaphor of a relationship as a bus.
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Thanks Grace, much appreciated!
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I love the metaphor. Quite an adventurous ride the bus gives. Great ending, definitely a question asked as we’re riding along.
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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I loved this metaphorical mystery tour, Jim! It’s a good question.
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Thanks Kim!
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the passengers need to be thrown under the bus, if we miss them then they are an integral part of the journey, i love this metaphor for a relationship, it is simple to relate too yet profoundly clever!
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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I just laughed out loud. The metaphor works really well and then you completely meta it. Or something.
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Thank you!
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“Plural cacti”. He he he he…
That made me chuckle,
“like the back lot
of some prehistoric sushi bar”
That made me hungry, but only because I really hate sushi.
Fun fourth wall bashing too! 😉
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Thanks Lona!
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So clever! Love the way you managed to keep up the metaphor believably through the entire poem. You certainly managed to be specific in your detail and unique in concept and incorporate it all into a situation and feeling we can all appreciate and smile (though wrly) with. Bravo
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Thanks, Christine, much appreciated!
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Well, that was quite a journey! Thanks for the smiles.
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Thank you!
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which is really an ancient ocean bed
strewn with the fossils
of forgotten fish
like the back lot
of some prehistoric sushi bar
A great image!
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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