Fragmented Fragments
December air heavy with exasperation
escaping from a trapezoidal tomb
magenta granules ascend the sycamores
stationary peaks envious of moving clouds
salty rocks billow in the breeze
obtuse fragrance of curdled milk
texture of the effervescent swamp
what is this nonsense I spew
upon the fragments of time
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Image: Fragments, by Ron Rowland, Dec 2, 2021
Linked to dVerse ~ Poets Pub MTB: Picking up some Pieces, where Laura is hosting tonight and asked us to write a Modernist/Post-Modernist Fragment poem.
Linked to Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday — December.
I enjoyed “obtuse fragrance of curdled milk
texture of the effervescent swamp.” Those lines really stick with me.
Brilliant start, first two lines, sets the tone, very well done, really hard-hitting
what is this nonsense I spew
upon the fragments of time
Love this Ron. We are often led astray on common traits that can turn out to be interesting though.
Hank
Ron, I can really relate to, “what is this nonsense I spew.” Maybe it isn’t as important to label it as it is to spew it? I like the image collage you put together.
this reminds me of sedimentary rock with your clear linear fragments- the self-mockery ending is delightful 🙂
Hmm, perhaps the image I created should have been a horizontally sliced fragment stack instead of vertical fragments.
Great lines, especially “stationary peaks envious of moving clouds”
I think we all are envious of things with abilities beyond our own. I know I am envious of the flight of birds and the swimming ability of dolphins.
I know that exasperated air. (K)
Exhale deeply
A wild conglomerate of images! Yet somehow they all worked together.
It’s called luck
I am in the half-sleep insomniac bloom of zolpidem, but I like your work. I will return when I am once again razored out to write a ringing comment! ✌🏼❤️
Love how you weaved together the fragments so tightly… truly amalgamation