Tag: metaphor



A spectacle even the most pessimistic of people can’t help but admire.

The gleaming, rapid white waters tumbling down rocks underneath, smoothened by the neverending downpour.

Or the majestic roar of the falls as they make their way to their destination.

I, myself, have been revisiting the same waterfall for some time now.

However, what has brought me back each and every time has nothing to do with her beauty.

Instead, I was fascinated with her ever-changing nature.

On a cool, rainy streak of days, her waters barreled down the rocks with great power and were all the more spectacular.

Then, on the drier, sunnier weeks of the summer, she was naught but a few trickles of water over the rocks below. I found this mesmerizing.

From one season to another, she was almost completely unrecognizable. However, she always returned to full strength, thanks to her undying persistence.

I still find myself returning to her, and always will until nature calls my name. I know she’ll be there forever, despite her highs and lows.


There will be tough times, where the water slows and seems to be coming to an end, but these are nothing but phases. She always returns, better than ever, and she always will.


Today, the coast is swallowed by the tide

Remaining close to the rocks

Where the people reside


You see, the tide longs for a friend

As it’s a lonely world

When you reach land’s end


However, the time always arrives

When the tide must go out

For in the ocean it thrives


It’s nature’s tug-of-war

The tide struggles to recede

Two steps forward, one back to shore


Despite the struggles, the tide will weather storm

And by the end of the day

Will be deep at sea, reborn.


We can be likened to the tide

Overcoming many obstacles

Throughout our life-long ride


The journey is a tough one too

Like the tide, we will change at times

While searching for our path to the ocean blue


As we change, we’ll grow as people

Striving for perfection

For life has no sequel


Then, we’ll come to see

Perfection isn’t attainable

The key is to live with happiness and glee


Finally, we’ll make it to sea with that in mind

Smiling at what we’ve accomplished

As we leave the world behind.

Independence Day

As the pyros light up the sky

I think of you and I


You shot up into my view

I couldn’t take my eyes off of you


Exploding onto the scene

Almost felt like a dream


Your colors so bright

What a beautiful sight


Difference is, you’re here year ’round

Always there to make my heart pound


So, when tonight comes to a close

I’ll still be Jack, you’ll be my Rose


There is no need for goodbye

Our spark will never die.



Last night I lost sleep

Over the opinion of a sheep

I could not ignore the bleats

As I rolled beneath the sheets



When I woke I frowned with dismay

Due to the mistake I made yesterday

Disgruntled by my lack of composure

Falling prey to a poser



I’ve learned my lesson now

To not furrow my brow

But to ignore the talking

And keep on walking



My patience will be tested

Though I’ll remain invested

For only the weak

Lose sleep over sheep




As I passionately wait for the privilege to see you during the golden hour

Where every minute spent with you is genuine

I reflect on your beauty

A sight so addictive and one that never grows old


However, your allure lies not in your appearance

But instead in your complexity.


I see dark red during your happiest, most open moments

When you pour out your heart to all of those there to witness your grandeur


Other times, I see orange or yellow when you’re content

Smiling for viewers and offering a friendly wave through your change in color


Some days, I see rays of multiple colors, shining between the clouds as you’re trying to remain positive.

You’re not so outgoing, but folks who pay attention still can spot your charm from a mile away.


And, on your rough days, I see nothing.

On these occasions, the clouds cover you, overshadowing your magnificence.


However, I fear not

For I know you’ll be back soon

And I’ll wait patiently, for your elegance and beauty are unmatched

Nor will they ever be. 





Photo credit: Tristan White



Bull and matador

They waved in front of me

Like a matador does to the raging bull

But, through ignorance, I chose not to see

What clearly was right in front of me.


Maybe I had too much faith in people.

Maybe I trusted prematurely.

Maybe I was easily deceived.

Maybe I’m crazy.


Maybe I liked the red flags.

A new challenge, I thought.

Someone who has a wild side.

How entertaining.


Or not.


Red flags once were a rare sight

Or were signs I chose to ignore.

But not anymore.

Now they’re everywhere I go.


This new perspective is not necessarily a loss of trust

But more of a grim realization.


Red flags aren’t challenges.

Red flags aren’t enjoyable.

Red flags aren’t mysterious.

They’re just red flags.


So, next time someone waves one

Coaxing me with malevolent intent

I’ll make like the matador

And step out of the way.