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MOVING METAPHOR by Kara D. Spain

My poem, “Moving Metaphor” is about Woman, as the embodiment of the art of poetry...

She IS poetry. Her being moves as an art form, bringing insight and love to humanity. She is sorely needed today in a world that sometimes seems off course. May the woman of today rise to her most noble place among society, bringing her art of wisdom, guidance, and peace to all, in whatever form she takes.
Photography by Katarina Silva

Moving Metaphor
by Kara D. Spain

She is moving art, in creations of light and dark,
casting metaphorical shadows, upon walls of life
Her feet, dare not touch the decaying floor of stillness-
she glides upon it, as if skating on glass-bottomed seas,
of emerald and sapphire-
armed with images of poetic lyric;

her powerful pen, bringing forth the call,
raining down showers of verse upon all

Her body, a propelling metaphor, in rhythm and rhyme,
tickling the minds of fools, sublime;
as she walks peacefully, among a lonely land,
to lift each reader, mesmerized by the art,
and gently guide them, within their frail heart
Photography by Katarina Silva

Kara D. Spain: I’m a poet that often writes in the lyrical, formal fashion on various themes. I feel a kinship to the Romantics of old and I am carrying their torch forward as best I know how. I’m formerly published under a pen name, now under my given name. I have three poems that are forthcoming in the Indiana Voice Journal, July 2016 Freedom issue. I also author my own blog, Lyrical Discovery (click here to visit it), and my first complete set of poetic works will be out sometime late summer. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with my husband and our two spoiled cats, while drinking coffee and often philosophizing on the state of the world.




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  1. I want to thank Catherine for posting my poem. I am also thankful for the wonderful responses and Facebook likes, shares, and comments. I am not very active on social media, so excuse my absence from engaging. I am very thankful for those who enjoyed the poem :)

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