Where, oh, where have all the metaphors gone?

Mary pointed out to me the other day that I must not be fond of metaphors. This got me to thinking.

I think it was all that Joyce on an impressionable mind that did it. Someone says alabaster ears and I think of cities on the side of a head.

I also think that i hid behind the idea that metaphors limit meaning more than they expand it. But then, so do all adjectives...kinda.

Maybe I just don't know what a metaphor is.

Its just that speaking without metaphors is a landscape of one-armed windmills, a day without Vitamin C, a thick salivating accent without language, a pipe organ with kidney stones, a marathon in moon boots, an oatmeal pie. Mmmmmmmm...oatmeal pie.