Not a single one of those days, so pleasant
Has been saved in its entirety
The fragmentary memory spares the present
From our salad days impropriety
I shimmered in every shade of green
Before blending into the dark
You’ve grown the roses I’ve never seen
In Kew and even in Regent’s Park
Was it a blessing I couldn’t notice
When I was young, time won’t tell
Has it flown away from both of us?
A sunray in the old wishing well
Reflects in the coin thrown ages ago
Your black shirts swing on the line
And the swifts cry flying fast and low
Bursts the wind and blows down the sky..
POWERFUL STYLISTCS-:
smooth
finished
positions
rendered
fragmentary
in an AIR OF AUTHORITY
favour
extra
dimensioned
spatial
qualities
with CRISSCROSSING
sophisticated
changes
retreating
obscure
constructs
A TOUCH OF IRONY-:-
random
open
fragmentary
inscribed
repeatedly
as A REPOSTE
through
associated
contrasts
stirring
provocation
with SIMPLE UTILITARIAN
reawakenings
deactivating
emotional
forgotten
memories
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?
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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. ~
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!
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
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
Sculptor Edwardo Paolozzi
of an Italian family tree
Juxtaposotion to art did bring
the fragmentary entwined his thing
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
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....
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