Fruits of Labo(u)r: Musings and Writings from Lessons on Metaphor

Since these stem from the previous post I figured I'd put them here before transcribing them to my writing blog... after cleaning them up a bit. Enjoy!

Lesson 1:

The sparkling flower in the vast garden grows
In the darkest soil, shining bright,
Longing for a corner to share the light
With other plants planted in circling rows.
It feels too far from the nurturing stream,
The milky way that flows forth with life,
Where so many grow free of the strife
One suffers in the solitude of a dream.
The sparkling flower just longs to be picked
To grant a fellow dreamer's wish,
Perhaps an aphid in a distant place
Corralled with too many teeming mixed
Could be tricked into trading places with
The furthest glimmer it can see in this space.


Lesson 2:

This is an odd bird. She cannot fly. Instead of wings she has eight legs and hangs in stasis from invisible threads she has woven together to build her nest. Her silken home holds friend, foe and food, all together, and often the same. This bird's simple song is translated from silence to sing a Bard's verse;
"What's in a name?"