I know there is a word for this, but it is not uncommon for words to escape me. I like humanizing things by the terms we refer them. For example, ...

 

"You poked the eye of the storm

Made the dark clouds cry"

 

As if a storm had eyes, if you would poke one, you could make it cry. I enjoy making the connections because they branch to further connections like how the cloud's crying relates to rain.

 

As If They Even Had Knees

 

3.23.2017

 

Not a word

Nor a warning

No reasons why

 

You poked the eye of the storm

Made the dark clouds cry

 

With more bark than the trees

You made the old willows weep

 

I say to myself

Wow

My oh my

 

I can’t help but think

How

Why of why

Would you do such a thing

What good could it bring

 

I look to the skies

Tell the clouds it’s alright

Whisper into the breeze

To calm the weeping willow trees

To make things right

 

Clouds will be clouds

Trees will be trees

There’s no need to fight

I’m begging you please

‘Cause the clouds can’t beg

And the willows can’t

Get down on their knees

As if they even had knees

So just stop it now, please

 

Not a word

Nor a warning

No reasons why

 

You stirred the pot of gold

Made it spill out the side

 

Took the cat’s nine lives

Then divided by nine

 

I say to myself

Wow

My oh my

 

I can’t help but think

How

Why of why

Would you do such a thing

What good could it bring

 

I scoop up the gold

Pour it back in the mold

Give lives back to the cat

I just multiplied them back

To make things right

 

Gold will be gold

Cats will be feline

There’s no need to fight

Yet you do all the time

 

The gold’s too soft

And the cat’s already

Forgotten its lines

As if it even had lines

You’re such a mean tease

So just stop it now, pleas