Myra Cohn Livingston used to make us write haiku every day. Many haiku.
And work on different rhythms, too. Â Work and work and work.
Just like practicing scales on my violin.
They may not have been pretty,
but that’s the way I finally “got” it.
That was the beginning of my 10,000 hours.
I called them Poetry Scales.
Guess what? Searching for similes or metaphors = Poetry Scales!
The poem I wrote today describes how I finally found something worth writing about.
Here’s the part of the poem where I used a simile:
Sitting at an old picnic table,
I paw through my day like a digging dog,
looking for that One Thing.
Eli (r) and friend looking for the best spot to dig for metaphors
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