Looking in a New Way

This challenge is about describing something very common, but in words that don’t tip us off to what you’re describing. It’s not so much that I want you to write a puzzle, but that I want you to look at something very ordinary in such unusual and new ways, that we have to stretch our brains to figure out what you’re describing. Here’s mine for an example. I hope you’ll try one too:

~How can they float like that? I want to eat one–right now. I always get the sense that if I had the bite of one, something would open up inside me, sharing a secret I always almost thought I knew. They’re way over my head, and no way am I going to be able to reach one. I’ve looked down on them at times, wishing I could bounce around on them. Surely they had a certain memory-foam quality ready to share. I’m ready for my ride!

 

60 responses to “Looking in a New Way

  1. Odd that I never considered you like this before. Odd in a bad way, not a good way. There you sit, a frightful gargoyle freed from your concrete bulwarks, disguised in commonality. You think you rule the land, don’t you. We couldn’t exist without you? That without you, chaos would reign supreme and orderly society perish from the earth.

    I despise you, you wolf in sheep’s clothing, pretending you are merely here to serve, hiding your latent intent, appearing docile and innocent while you wait the exact moment to pounce upon the unsuspecting. You silently contemplate your mischief, then rise up, shrieking like banshees from Hades.

    Do you really think us so gullible, so innocent, so unwary of your kind?

    Think again. We know you. We know what a malingering evil you are.

  2. Should we offer a guess? I think radar cop.

  3. You are so useless simply laying there, all cozy and silent among your friends, your clones if you will. Your names are anonymous to most. Some of you are considered a bit tacky, and most people simply judge your worthiness by your physical size. Some pros refer to you by the names from your British heritage, while a couple of you have actor-like names of Brad or Spike.

    You only work when there is some driving force to motivate you, usually brute force is required. But I have to hand it to you, when you go to work you can take a pounding. On occasion you will bend under pressure only to be yanked by your head like a Saturday night wrestler and discarded for another contender. Oh, some thrifty souls will try to rehabilitate you, to try to get you back to the straight and narrow. But most of us will simply curse your failure and cast your cheap remains aside for another.

  4. Ann–clouds?

  5. I got Jeff’s and Ann’s, but cannot figure out Gullie’s at all!

  6. There’s one sentence I would like to change because it might lead to the wrong idea:

    There you sit, LIKE a frightful gargoyle freed from your concrete bulwarks, disguised in commonality.

    Obfuscation, obscuration, and adumbration leading to perplexity, bafflement, and befuddlement.

  7. Boiling water in a tea kettle??? I`m dumbfounded, Gully.

  8. A clue: If you don’t hate it, you are indeed an anomaly.

  9. WHOA! WE HAVE A WINNER! I just saw Jeff’s guess. It is indeed an alarm clock, and more precisely, an alarm clock almost set to ring.

  10. You are often stripped away, but just as quickly replaced. You never seem quite good enough for anyone; people adding things to make you better. But in the end they are all beneath you.

  11. Just back from a car trip with my wife, I read her the clues, in 30 seconds she came up with …

    Socks!

    (hmm I thought I posted this a minute ago but it doesn’t show up)

  12. How about this one:
    Considering the urge to pour hot coffee on your head. Finding yourself sitting in a random corner, knees pulled up, chin resting on folded arms. Forgetting to eat or deciding not to. Not answering the phone. Drawing in the dust next to you on the floor. Tasting it. Waiting for a reason to get up. Blinking once in a while. Listening to your own breathing. Realizing there is crack in the plaster in the corner opposite you. Finding pleasure in the progress of a small spider who is making his way across the ceiling. Idly wondering how long you can stay there. Not really caring what the answer is. Wanting a piece of gum, but unable to take the trouble to go get it.

    • Ann, I love this. I can draw in the dust on my end table and I once watched my puppy watch a spider for the duration of a “Leave It To Beaver” re-run. I need to get out more…perhaps you do to?

      • This wasn’t actually me. It was someone getting their tenth rejection letter. Although I admit I have had a few moments in corners.

  13. Not pretentious nor too cloudy to read
    Not complicated, nor self-consumed
    The color of truth, clear and bright
    It shines in the sun before it’s gone

  14. Hey, look. We need to talk. I know we’ve been together a long time and all, but, well, this just isn’t working for me lately. I know, I know. We aren’t spring chickens anymore, either of us. Maybe that’s part of the problem.

    Yes, I do too appreciate you. I appreciate and am thankful for everything you’ve helped me do. Why, just the other day I was thinking about the winter of 80-81 and if you hadn’t been there, no telling what could have happened. I mean, man, the ceiling could have fallen on me and then where would I be?

    Boy, those were the days, weren’t they? I remember how taken I was by you. Of all the places in all the world, there you were, right when I was looking. I sure was taken by your svelte lines and silver coat, you know? The first time I put my hands on you, I knew we were meant to be together.

    Yeah, that was a long time ago, but things have changed. You’ve changed, and so have I. Look, I know it’ll be hard for you to find someone else, a lot harder for you than for me. Don’t go moping in the wood shed, now, that’s hardly acting like an adult about this. Nobody’s going to give you a second glance, you go acting like that.

    What promises? I didn’t make you any promises. Don’t pull that on me. The truth? You want the truth? Here it is: You’re breaking my back.

  15. Slightly amended so it isn’t so subtle:

    Hey, look. I know we’ve been together a long time and all, but, well, this just isn’t working for me lately. I know, I know. We aren’t spring chickens anymore, either of us. Maybe that’s part of the problem.

    Yes, I do too appreciate you. I appreciate you and I’m thankful for everything you’ve helped me do. Why, just the other day I was thinking about the winter of 80-81 and if you hadn’t been there, no telling what could have happened. I mean, who knows? The ceiling could have fallen on me and then where would I be?

    Boy, those were the days, weren’t they? I remember how taken I was by you. Of all the places in all the world, there you were, right when I was looking for someone like you to share my life. I sure was taken by your svelte lines and silver coat, you know? Too bad you wore out that coat. Might make me think twice about this today.

    The first time I put my hands on you, I knew we were meant to be together. Now, here we are, starting another long winter. I’m sure you were looking forward to lots of quality time together, but… As I said, this just isn’t working for me anymore.

    Yeah, that was a long time ago. Look, I know it’ll be hard for you to find someone else, a lot harder for you than for me. Don’t go moping in the wood shed, now, that’s hardly acting like an adult about this. Nobody’s going to give you a second glance, you go acting like that.

    What promises? I didn’t make you any promises. Don’t pull that on me. The truth? You want the truth? Here it is: You’re breaking my back.

  16. Chain saw?

  17. Snow rake? For the roof?

  18. Ooh, ooh, I know! It’s that thing that keeps freezing up every winter and you lose water, toilets, etc!

  19. There you are, like paint, splashed on a living, moving canvas. You blushed at first, but later delivered quite a show. I’m impressed; even breath-taken. The performance is always a little different but that’s what I like. Flannel gray suits you well. Some may argue, naming the great sapphire emptiness key to your success but, they are wrong; your ruddiness reveals itself when steely dimness is behind you. Your wardrobe is stunning. Those gauzy, vaporous scarfs which seem to drift about your shoulders mesmerize me. Like an elusive dream, I know you’ll vanish, just like last year and the year before. I’ll cherish each scattered memento you have left behind.

  20. Snow shovel. “breaking my back”

  21. Autumn Leaves!

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