Post 11: Fist

 I wanted to explain the metaphor in the poem "The Socks" by Jane Kenyon. In the poem she says "Then I fill your drawer with tight dark fist." She is not talking about actual severed hands in this instance she is talking about how the socks look like tight dark fist when they are rolled up in that manor. I think this is interesting because I do my socks in the same way but never thought of it like this until reading the poem that she wrote. To me it shows the resemblance that every day items can have in your everyday life. 

In your chest cold and unwavering. The scars hidden from the world, buried deep under the skin. The trials and test of life become heavy and overcoming. Over all obstacles it still beats like a pumping fist. searching for a new light.

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  1. This is a really great blog post. I enjoyed reading your blog post. I really like that metaphor, and I also like the poem you wrote capture your life.

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  2. I think your blog is interesting using this metaphor you chose great job peer!

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