Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Common places: the store, the office, the corner, the kitchen, the street.
'In my poetry a rhyme / Would seem to me almost insolent'
'… it is the common thing which is annonymously about us.'
In the really spectacular witness-stand breakdowns, defendants aren't just caught in lies or betrayed by their irrepressible passions, they're provoked to outpourings of murderous defiance.
Detectives question witnesses with a sort of repartee which tends to re-voice the witnesses' answers—for example to literalize them, or to insist on implicatures discretion would recognize but suppress.
If not for the ocean sounds in 'Yellow Submarine' you wouldn't think the whole world was coming along.
Good criticism usually locates the work, locates us; places things.