Moored with seaweed veins

My feet are lead
I walk with weight on sand
alone impressing
footprints washed away on every wave,
It’s foam and kelp. A heart-
beat close to last. As once the sea.

You butterfled one day
organza in the wind with me bereft; a scream behind,
alone and
moored with seaweed veins and
flotsam bones. Me on shore.

My feet are soil and roots;
I’m pebbles, weed
and green your grave, the bloodstream echo.
voice from past.
It’s a frozen fire. You and cold.

Yet, with hands
I shape, with flesh the wreath
your canvas craved. Me and crimson sky.

Man Bathing by Edvard Munch

Man Bathing by Edvard Munch

Today I host dVerse MTB and I continue to inspire you to write poetry inspired by movements in art. This time we have come to expressionism, and want you to write like painters like van Gogh and Edvard Munch. Bar opens at 9 PM CET.

Make it subjective, write in first person, distort perspective, and color it with contrast, and if you prefer to be inspired by expressionist poetry there is plenty to chose from.

February 16, 2016

27 responses to “Moored with seaweed veins

  1. “and green your wave, the bloodstream echo”: Ah, you play really well with expressionism here. And the structure of the verse with those sudden breaks create an interesting reading experience. I really liked it.

  2. Oh my! LOVE the title and most especially the second stanza. I gave it a try, Bjorn. I’m hoping expressionism gives lots of leeway 🙂

  3. Stunning contrasts of fire and cold. I love the heavy side of emotions like feet of lead and soil and roots. An interesting challenge to write and indeed adds depth to the emotions. Beautiful writing!

  4. Another stunner, brother–erotic but sad as a sea shanty–love lost & memories chilled into emotional ice–an incredible tale pun out of a glance at the art. I love your lines /alone and/moored with seaweed veins and/flotsam veins/.

  5. Love the title, Björn, and the heaviness of the opening lines, which becomes footprints that are washed away – a wonderful metaphor! I also love the ‘flotsam bones’. But my favourite technique in this poem is oxymoron: ‘frozen fire’.

  6. This is an immensely powerful piece of writing Bjorn. Just so many great images ~ ‘a heart beat close to last’ ~ I’ve read the whole thing a number of times. Just excellent!

  7. I love “butterfled” as a verb. Also this line: “organza in the wind with me bereft; a scream behind”

    This line makes me giggle: “flotsam bones. Me on shore.”

    The second to last stanza is my favorite. I was especially smiling, thinking of Pebbles from The Flintstones smoking weed. 🙂

  8. Butterfled…that stopped me in my tracks! Well, this is very much expressionistic. So that’s how it’s done! The contrasts and there’s just so much to ponder and love in this.

  9. You butterfled one day
    organza in the wind with me bereft; a scream behind,
    alone and
    moored with seaweed veins and
    flotsam bones. Me on shore.—loved these lines…beautifully expressed!

  10. I walk with weight on sand
    alone impressing
    footprints washed away on every wave,

    There are movements of footprints in the sand and the waves.There seems t be some uncanny coordination. Great!

    Hank

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