The poem: An intentional ‘delete punctuation’ poem. Non-obscure and in third person format. Setting: Seaside (of any decent). Any season. Any era. Character: Girl Teenager (of any decent), feeling bit deserted. Mood: Melancholic/sad Literary devices: Personification – ‘waves beckon’, ‘Trapped by the chair’ Flashback Enjambment Synedoche: ‘nimbly with both feet’ Imagery – ‘Pestle of her feet’ Metaphor – ‘Pestle of her feet’, ‘Pebble with the mind’ Body: Stanza 1: There’s a frame on her eyes through which she looks (sight aid ‘eye glasses’, maybe can’t see well) through her room window to see the beauty of sea scape (Ocean View) that she loves so much. She flashes back at when she used to be wild playing at the shore ‘nimbly’ and could walk ‘with both limbs’… Pounding the sand… With the metaphoric ‘Pestle of her feet’ jumping and happy. Sad, now she can’t pick steps with her feet, select ‘pebbles’ and throw across the body of water (sea’s skin) to listen to the drop-sound or take a walk around the shore.
Stanza 2. Back from the flashback (still at the window sill), she’s been crippled (on her wheelchair). All she does is draw up the mental picture of the activity ‘with her mind’. Even if the mind could cast the stone, it’d be to places she’d never step again. The pebble (with her mind) could also be a ‘metaphoric’ wish of ever walking again…. She can’t be sure if that’s attainable, for the wish is shattered to ‘places’ unreached.
Meet Benjamin Harlett Bamidele
Black brain, black vein. No ‘world’ is perfect but much more than being boring and frustrating. Except that I create worlds of my own – create fun from all situations. People relate it to ‘attitude’, but it’s more than it. It’s not just adjusting, it’s adjusting to adjustments: Learn from the elderly and share with children; gather in the day and sum at night; noisy and rusty but not without calmness. Elegant as a proud pro.