Flamingo, again

I posted these two look-alikes (flamingo & teapot) because noticing them was so much like coming up with a suitable rhyme or simile for a poem.

 If you think about it, a rhyme doesn’t necessary “match” the content of of the word it rhymes with; it is connected to that word by another dimension of its usefulness: its color, its music: its sound.

And when one reaches for a simile or metaphor, I think we depend, once again, on the malleability of the word to retain its meaning even as we mold it to a new purpose.

So a teapot, amazingly, can have something to do with raising our experience of a pink flamingo.

Three cheers for words and images.
Three cheers for writers and artists.