My quest for the 'extended metaphor' is flowing <br />into the daily beat of my typical day. <br /> <br />Something of my day is breathing out meaning and song - <br />expressing and teaching me with whispers that can blare so loudly <br />that their silence flashes blindingly with a brilliance that shadows <br />the darkness and illumines the gentle curves of Truth. <br /> <br />My quest takes me on a journey where I can no longer lay back and watch the rising and setting of the sun, the moon, and yes, even the stars that crown a head filled with dreams and thoughts in that sable field that is beyond and within us.... <br /> <br />Something of this day shall imprint itself in my soul and yell out invectives.... grabbing my shoulders and throttling my awareness. <br /> <br />My quest requires that I take on my gear and trek the unknown twists and turns, the unchartered horizons, and risk the possible heartache.... <br />it compels me to be the sun, the moon, and yes, even the stars - traversing the vast expanse of universal experience.... <br /> <br />Something in this day shall filter into my nights nagging and wailing, crooning and serenading - lifting my spirits with its rise and ebb.... and as I float on midnight blues and obsidian hues, I sense one thought forming: <br /> <br />My quest is yours, and the universality of human experience shall meld our separate yet mirrored conditions into a unified expression of what we vainly and clumsily perceive and call 'love'.<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-writer-s-quest/
