Metaphors

Time is faultless, iron is rusted,

The ink is blank on a paper so white.

The brick so soft and the bridges now broken,

Threads and stitches on thin tied ties.

Windows with bars and shades of black,

Green's now blue in the bluest of skies.

The water's drained and the canvas is empty, 

Steps so faint yet the limits high.

Author's Note

Every line of the poem is a metaphor. Each line can mean something different to different people. But the main idea of this poem is, that we choose what we want to do in this world but at times, we all have high hopes and dreams, but our efforts do not coordinate with them and therefore, 'Steps so faint yet the limits high'.

Reviews

[Jeyanthi]

Hey! Does not this interesting in it's own way...
Well I tell my interpretation because that's what I like to do more than reviewing 😅...
You takes to reader's imagination to go through again and again...
It said "it is better to worn out then rust out" for us to carry our old age gracefully... well the ink can go blank if it is either secret or no one wants to talk about it ahh it can be harry potter's riddle diary 😅... bricks soft ... I can come with power block now we have in our city though slippery but can drain water under until the percolator works well or... the rameshwarm bridge now dancing but not funny... or long distance relationship with low quality trust... windows with bars about ppl doing black sin behind bars.. .. forest is inflammable blue... water drain gives impression of there is no nature, to paint on the canvas... steps so faint like tortoise story... I enjoyed reading it 😊

[Abida~]

Well, this perspective is so very interesting. I enjoyed reading your interpretation!

[Tumi]

I can commend the metaphors, because it plays well in the poem

[Abida~]

Thank You!!!