More from the ol' metaphor generator. And more about poems and the poet.
Poetry is a Sharp Match
and like me, you might find it necessary sometimes
to lean in and feel the warmth of images struck
against the day’s cold stone, or, when metaphors
sprinkle tinder on your smoldering soul,
you might blow it softly back to flame.
Huddled around the flickering, we might find ourselves
warming our faces, shoulders touching, hands outstretched,
our backs turned against the cold. Basking in the warmth,
we might forget that poetry cuts, too, like a knife
through the ropes that bind,
like a sword.