Fragmentary Poems | Examples

Pollinator - May 12

A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the bee. 

And though my hiving mind, admittedly,
swarmed all around a phony superstition,
(you—o’ flower), yet,—(and, malintution?
aside;)—you roused in me the gayest glee.

Now, you go as a prickle—as the sting
of a hard thorn, each every random while,
and seek to nib my nose, or pique my eye.—
Well, since convention bars my asking “why?”,
I’ll try to win another petal’s smile;
—though, must you be the blossom of my spring?

Our Dream

To be a phantom of a dream
A fragmentary morning sleep 
Dreamed by someone who died unseen
Someone whose love was deep
And now, awake, I see that was
Not real, as it seemed
But I don’t ask to know the cause
I take it as a dream
And this old dream has quite a look
Much younger than it could
I must have read it in some book
I definitely should
But there’s no point in self-deception
The truth is plain to see
Its not a trick of a perception
This dream of you and me
I live a dream until it floats
Like clouds in the summer sky
And blue shall fade, then dark unfolds
You know the reason why.

- Light That Lights All Lights -

    By virtue of its peculiarities
    The gaze is at liberty through
    chains of fragmentary images
    The eternal light captures the attention

    At sunset rise, with mystery of increase
    Truth is mightier than the shroud of sin
    Without confusion and uncertainty,
    double-born in eternal love

    The shadows of the earth in unprofitable strife
    the silence reflects the sinful song
    A living beauty all divine
    twin tears of gratitude filled with the light of heaven

Anti-Power

The strong are always to blame for the powerless:
The rulers come up with the best of intent
It doesn’t take efforts to overpower us
Having police and stern judges at hand
Once deemed as the victims of a failed state
We turned up to convicts for waging a war
Though war is not ours to make, its too late
Our explanations won’t work anymore
The world is in full right to its imperfections
It uses quite often this right to impose
Further restrictions, in spite of objections 
Why should it happen this way, no one knows
Proficient philos deny a free will
Well concealed apophatic god makes a call: 
Some live in peace, some are destined to kill
Some are claimed guilty for nothing at all 
Servants of power, warriors of cancelling
Criminalize me as much as you can
Ban all my cards, stop me from travelling
Save from my coming your prosperous land 
According to the conservation of matter
I’m your anti-power, with all that implies
In your fictional wholeness I’m one of the shatters
Living one of those many fragmentary lives.

- Quest -

                                    When the blinds fall away
                                      unveiling of the cocoon
                                             A light flutter
                                            dust sprinkles
                                         Careful wing beats
                                         a slight movement
                                     An artistic creative force
                                         fleeting, transitory
                                          and fragmentary
                                        Soul prophetic power
                                   even by its insignificant place
                                             in the cosmos
                                          Purple lilac aroma
                                       butterfly transformation

Wabi-sabi

For me you’re designed, mesmeric scarred moon, 
grace gleams in the convolute cradle of cyan night, 
slithers in the silken sky I create for you,
a turquoise trail you trace in my heart incised.

Thunder cloud surges from the edge of stained night, 
the debris of the splintered sky swathes me.
You retreat in the glare of anguish lightning, 
searing the slivers of my fissured essence.

I travel in the tempest of strife,
serenade the broken notes of an unsung song,
in sync with the symphony of flawed passion,
making untuned melody in the snapped string of memory.

In the blemished visage of the veiled sun, 
I paint on the scraped sensual canvas 
your frail face with fragmentary fervor,
sedately smiling eyes sparkle my deranged dream.

On the charismatic canvas cracked,
my failing longing lingers in your effervescent eyes.
Etched in the invented lattice of patterned splendor, 
your unsplit smile shimmers unspoilt.

She Is Bereavement

Beneath a night veil bordered with black roses,
such a pallid, yet beauteous face,
nightingales nestled at her feet.
She's adept at knowing when to let
herself in.
She sits, sighs of sorrow,
ebony shadowed dreams.
She is bereavement-
Depression's sister.
Stars weaved in her long raven tresses,
scattering tears,
cruelly tightening cords of thorns-
around my fragmentary,
out of life's rhythm,
barely beating heart song. ~

Finding Your Space

Find your space, and go! removing all memories
that you have for the time your in that special 
space, letting tranquility of peace flow through like 
a cool breeze hesitating a moment, to be felt completely
throughout your whole being.

Nothing but the coolness of the breeze turning
into bubbles, softly floating around with comforting
music, mingling through your pristine body
glowing throughout eternity.

Life in calmness, fragmentary enchantment, keeping
time with your connected heart and soul, engraved
beyond your inner knowledge, showering down with
the essence of love, pulsating through your being of
 knowing.

Your heavenly space is created by you alone with
only one creator exists to continue surrendering
your whole being into a vision heavenly made by you
alone to bathe in the beauty you created.

You are the creator of your own blessed manuscript
of being one!


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Vainglorious

VAINGLORIOUS

 arranged within
  a sanctuary
 sparkles

 fragmentary
tactile
original
&bespoke
alongside  a replica
 of significance
 perhaps

motifs
 upend & reflect
the  tensions
emblazoned
in swirling
decoration
 interlacing
  flowing
contemporary
       imagery
 evoking
a marble
commemoration

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Clerihew Paolozi

Sculptor Edwardo Paolozzi
of an Italian family tree
Juxtaposotion to art did bring
the fragmentary entwined his thing

Temperament

TEMPERAMENT
influential
  crosstalk
expressed

a tinkering
  with feelings
in
troubled
 &
  exhausting
circumstances

encouraging questions
& answers
bringing
 an energetic
new resonance
into
 strange
  images
disintegrating
 beyond
  the sea
moonlight
into
ironic places

  an unpunctuated
reverie
such
a disparate
  experience
chaotic
fragmentary
forming a
 new
  wholeness

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Suffering Pain

The evening breeze,
cold and damp,
in the twilight of his life
reluctantly resuscitates
the vagaries of the mind,
mostly nonchalant revelations.
A mind storm begins to brew
creating disconnected 
and fragmentary visions
of hidden secrets
and disappeared friends.
 
Ephemeral and absurd tales
of love and pain evoke
insane nightmares,
as he mumbles manic moans,
dead ghosts roam in his room:
brain sickness of a succumbing soul.
Death's sickle will strike soon.
And then rich relief, he hopes....

A Wish

To tap is my wish
God portrayed on me
Twelfth days in earlier times
I generated a day of tapping
To recommence the fragmentary tale of a movie film

A movie like my life
Resuming another phase of a film
30 months of life brought to a halt
Wishing to break its silence

Eventually silence will sway
While blaming one self’s difficult tasks
Swiftly blushed a shower of bliss
As face of morning flower awoke with a sunbeam

Endure life’s aspirations
A soft voice whispered
Thanking God for His gratefulness
“Thank You God” for your will.

Vienna In Giddy Gravitas

sophisticated 
     asethetical art 
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
    of            identity

the threshold man
      outrageous output
corollas of fantasy
          &giddy gravitas 

a legacy 
still invades 
        the passive eye
touching
sensorial
undulating
        energetic

fragmentary
      linear
        frescos
curves&colour

furnished
    from body
to
space

a fantasy
     outrageous
shadows of
                expounded realism
denuded&
     decorative
        gestures
of

love

October Eve

Pressed loudly underfoot
dead leaves fracturing
scattering beneath me.

Warm fragmentary vapor
slated breath steaming
evaporating before me.

Incurious quiet somber
nearly naked trees
standing beyond me.

Advancing dread dusk
day skies sepulcher
entombing above me.

Forlorn and unforgiving
October day ceasing
enveloping me frigidly.


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