
The love that we share is like the misshapen stuffed beagle
our son dragged by the ear when he was barely four
passion has dulled a bit like his button eyes
but the cuddles are as warm as they were before
the mundanity of living has taken toll on the sheen
but the familiarity has only increased our rapport
we both may be spilling out of our seams
the sight of each other still makes our hearts roar
just as it occupies an honourable space
our love over the years has quietly matured.

Today’s challenge is to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have mainly been used in epic poems, typically as decorative elements that emphasize the dramatic nature of the subject (see, by way of illustration, this example from Milton’s Paradise Lost). But you could write a complete poem that is just one lengthy, epic simile, relying on the surprising comparison of unlike things to carry the poem across. And if you’re feeling especially cheeky, you could even write a poem in which the epic simile spends lines heroically and dramatically describing something that turns out to be quite prosaic.
I’m enchanted by the way this simile unfolds! I so relate to “we both may be spilling out of our seams”!! hehe!
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Haha! Thanks, Val. ❤️
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That’s wonderful Punam.
xoxo
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Gab, thanks so much! ❤️
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My pleasure ❤️❤️❤️
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“passion has dulled a bit like his button eyes
but the cuddles are as warm as they were” Aww, this made me think of the story, The Velveteen Rabbit. I bet you know it. Your child made that toy ‘real’
I’m sure this is how the completed form for the prompt should sound. What a fantastic joy, always. Thanks for sharing. Blessings.
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Selma, you are so sweet. Thanks a lot, my dear.
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This is such a lovely write. You did very well with the prompt. The poem has such a warm feeling.
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Ah, Heather! You made my day. Thanks a lot. ❤️
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I’m so glad to have added a positive to your day❤️
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So many wonderful lines in this. I love it, Punam 🙂💕
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Thanks a lot, Harmony! How lovely of you to say so. ❤️😊
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That’s a beautiful poem, Punam. You have taken the challenge so well.
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Kamal, thanks so much, dear.
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You are always welcome dear Punam 🙏🏼
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Punam this is absolutely brilliant. Loved it.
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Sadje, how wonderful! Thanks a lot, aapa! ❤️
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You’re most welcome my dear sister
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Nice work, Punam – that’s how love grows and changes over the years 🥰
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Exactly, Ingrid! Thanks a lot. 🥰
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we both may be spilling out of our seams
the sight of each other still makes our hearts roar
Lovely lines. Beautifully encapsulates how love needn’t be a well-shaped stuffed beagle.
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Love should make us blind to the outward appearances, isn’t it!
Thanks, Sonia.
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Sounds like a peaceful and happy relationship. A very lovely tribute, Punam! ❤
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How precious this is! I love the sense of time and memory. ❤
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Such a delightful piece. I enjoyed this little tour through your site, been a little away. I laughed, I empathised, I felt entertained. Beautiful writings. Your poetry and style of writing are on a higher level, dear. Keep it up. ❤❤
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This was so lovely to read, I am all smiles :))
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A gorgeous ode to love in all of its many manifestations. Lovely write, Punam. ❤️
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This made me feel good Punam. The way love should be. (K)
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aced it sis but then you’ve always been the master of the epic simile so this was right up your alley or beagle so to speak 🙂
and it has a ring of truth that this is how your love has grown … spilling at the seams, warm hugs and a comfortable familiarity … shucks
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👏👏
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🙏🏼🙏🏼❤️
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Such a warm and cuddly poem–familiar fondness ‘spills’ throughout and “quietly matured” put me in a knowing smile. Loved your poem Punam.
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Arti, your warm words mean a lot. So happy you enjoyed it. Thank you.
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How delightful, Punam! A beautiful take on the prompt!
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Eugi, thank you! 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🌷🙏🏼
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This poem is so touching. Love this line especially: “we both may be spilling out of our seams”
❤
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Sunra, thank you so much. I so appreciate your taking out time to read. ❤️❤️
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It was my pleasure, Punam! ❤
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Love..love..love it…. 👍🏼😍👏🏼👏🏼👌🏼👌🏼
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Aww! ❤️🤗🥰💕
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