So. Here's a poem by Richard Wilbur that I found somewhere last year and wrote out in my poetry book. Because I like it a lot. He takes one image, and turns it into a picture that we can clearly see, which conveys a feeling. Pretty sweet writing. I wish I could write like that. Let me know what you think of it.

A Simile for Her Smile

by Richard Wilbur

Your smiling, or the hope, the thought of it,

Makes in my mind such pause and abrupt ease

As when the highway bridgegates fall,

Balking the hasty traffic, which must sit

On each side massed and staring, while

Deliberately the drawbridge starts to rise:

Then horns are hushed, the oilsmoke rarefies,

Above the idling motors one can tell

The packet's smooth approach, the slip,

Slip of the silken river past the sides,

The ringing of clear bells, the dip

And slow cascading of the paddle wheel.