her flippant dance

the farsighted ocean calls me,
I shift my glance to take a whiff, of
new visions on the landscape
soaked with blood, of dreariness.

I am an effigy made of sand, touched
by the fingers of her sweet melodies.

her lips open up into the cavern
of the sky, dotted with planetary
orbits of my heart.

I can not see the ocean, it is away
in the gloom of the void, but I watch
her flippant dance as she clutches
her dress buttoned up for modesty
unlocking charms of my dead eye.

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Inspired from Bjorn Rudberg’s poem, Nipping at the hard place. I loved the play of metaphors in his verse. It is a very artistic write.
Though, I couldn’t keep up with Bjorn’s natural flow, I still tried my hand at Catachresis, the literary device Bjorn used in his poem. I had to check what it meant and I read in detail about it here(shame on me for not knowing about it :D). And as soon as I read about it, I went on to write this piece.

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14 thoughts on “her flippant dance

  1. This is a marvelous use of Catachresis… and you use it so subtle as it really is intended to be use.. I especially like the last stanza.. what a marvelous example in that last line.. I hope you link up as well 🙂

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  2. Glenn Buttkus says:

    You had me at the whiff of new visions. agreeing with Bjorn that your piece was more subtle, more thoughtfully done than some out there. The scope of the prompt, it seems, is more vast than originally supposed by me–so that is more kudos for Bjorn.

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