short fiction · 2026-10-22

Rhythmic Metaphors

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

Between the soft clicks of keys and the steady sigh of cooling fans, I trace how rhythm can be a language without words. The poem drifts through scenes where time folds into itself, like a sonnet that repeats its refrain in a jazz riff, each cadence echoing a heartbeat. A stanza becomes a metronome, counting not seconds but emotions; the line breaks are rests, the enjambments improvisations. In this space, metaphor does not merely describe—it composes, shaping the reader’s expectation as a melody shapes a listener’s pulse.