You

You were like a string of lights in a dark room.

You let me hold your cord and feel each bulb until I found the plug.

You were like a chalkboard freshly washed.

Clean from the education's mistakes and the dusty white thumbs.

You were like manicured fingernails.

So delicate and refined until the first chip regrets the paint.

You were like a feather pillow.

Puffed to comfort until the birds wanted their warmth back. 

Author's Note

Collection of simile.

Reviews

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-- another spectacular closing line... -- a powerful comment on the subject of the piece... -- the images in this piece are interesting and intriguing...

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-- another spectacular closing line... -- a powerful comment on the subject of the piece... -- the images in this piece are interesting and intriguing...

[kyam]

Great! Wonderful illustrations! Lots of feelings and knowledge and putting it to pen. Keep writing!....Kyam

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"until the birds wanted their warmth back"

love it...we always find a temporary haven in parts of life...but yes, we are only borrowing it...so we need to appreciate those moments more than we do.

nicely done...

as a teacher, i can really appreciate the "education's mistakes"!