Cruising through sentences
punctuating life.
The sun flippantly waves
through the canopy of leaves
like the rapid succession
of turning pages.
Dollops of clouds
scooped in upturned conifers
topped by nests of
humming birds that flitter
through
in a dizzy haze of random alphabets.
Gurgling sounds beneath
those south seas of hate
arose bubbles that danced
alongside her ear
and frittered in circles
meeting the dark engulfing locks
that tantalized men in their sleep.
The cuckoo roared a different tune
and the lion purred
as she walked dry leaves
and step by step
his kisses haunting her.
She jumped into the endless
off the cliff
into inviting deeper emerald seas
As the ruby on her neck matched the blood splattered
before she could touch the ground
for ravens and birds of prey
pecked her as she fell
as she gave away.
2 comments:
It's a detached (not the same as vague or elusive or fragmented, but a combination of all and none.) poem, isn't it? That's how I perceive it. There's a lot of wild fleeting imagery colouring and shading the poem, and maybe, that's why I find it hard to derive a fixed idea from the poem. But that's not the point.
I like the poem for the way it is. Hide and Seek.
Your quite right.
There was no fixed perception or image of what i wanted to portray before i wrote this one, so i couldnt have put it better than what you say
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But its the Hide and Seek of wordplay.
Elusive.
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