The Simile Museum

Tag: Poem

“I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air –

Between the Heaves of Storm -”

-Emily Dickinson

“And Mother, startled, shook
out a dress with big peonies splashed like dirt
across the front, as if she had fallen
chasing after me in the rain.”

– Susan Mitchell

“I don’t expect the anxiety to go away

but I want the anxiety to know

its place in the scheme of things

of which I seem to consist.

I want anxiety to be

not an attention getter or star,

but faceless, like a butler bearing trays”

-Michael Dennis Brown