“Bubbles,” by Marcus Adkins
two pulsing orbs
cloaked against cold
in a rose-colored morning
cartwheeling gulls laugh
humping in the sky
with the thrill of sin
bright scarlet testaments
in glittered shards of bliss
R.E.M. springs with hope,
“let my machine talk to me”*
let [your] machine talk to [you]
let our machines make music
picnics, sundry gatherings sing
as buried terrors sleep.
jenga towers’ shellac
gleams in lapsed desperation
clawing up from the deep
animated corpses emerge
grinning, their eyes midnight suns,
dispassionate destroyers of dawn
infected puppets, we twirl and dance
down the wet green cobblestone,
our scissor-less synapses untwitched,
to the accommodating arms of the bog
*lyrics are from R.E.M.’s song, “World Leader Pretend”
It feels good to be back writing poetry again after a month-long hiatus. Wonderful prompt to get back into the saddle with, Laura.
Laura is today’s host for dVerse‘ Meet the Bar. Laura says:
So for this prompt we are to write a Modernist/Post-Modernist Fragment poem -by that I mean
Either:
a poem of several numbered stanzas. Each being complete in itself and having only a passing relationship to each other, if at all
OR
a poem of disjointed images (like listening to conversation in passing, repetitively switching between radio/tv station, random images across a screen, or paintings/photos seen in a gallery)
Rules: Your poem should NOT conform to any rhyme scheme
Your poem MUST include Fragment(s) somewhere in the title
Tao Talk 
the fragment is bubbling with music and movement
“bright scarlet testaments
in glittered shards of bliss”
wow! the break has done wonders for your Muse
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Laura, you’re making me blush. Thank you.
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I love what you did here… infected puppets… what an image, and know that you picked lyrics from an R.E.M. song made me smile (their lyric is often quite hard to follow as it is)
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Thank you very much, Bjorn. You’re right, it takes many listenings then following along with the lyrics sheets with R.E.M.
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The bits of colour and light in the opening images grow gradually darker and more sinister. The final images are of death and corruption, and the colours I imagine are the colours of putrefaction. gave me a shiver.
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Jane thank you for sharing what you see in it. Very much appreciated.
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There’s a lot to see!
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Lisa 😀 I especially love; “a rose-colored morning/cartwheeling gulls laugh.”💝💝
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Thanks so much, Sanaa 🙂 ❤
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Wow. I love this.
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Thank you, Dale.
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🙂
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This bubble up and over with the music. Good work.
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I appreciate what you see, Brendan. Thank you.
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Glittered shards of bliss is a wonderful turn of phrase, well done with this prompt.
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Thank you very much, Christopher.
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This was…stunning….visually, auditorily, you never let me breathe…really, poetry is a special craft when practiced like this. That comment maybe means more to me than others, but it is heartfelt.
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Ain, I’m glad you connected with it. It came from the soul.
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Love this Jade! Cleverly etched as per prompt of disjointed fragments
Hank
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Hank, thanks much. I just finished reading your beautiful travelogue.
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Let our machines make music–Yes! (K)
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🙂 so glad you like that part!
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It seems to me the laughing gulls are the wisest here. Glad to have you back in full swing!
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You know, Mary, I agree about the gulls! Thanks much, good to be back ❤
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Let the conversation commence in the dreamland and rem sleep.
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I kept thinking primordial bubbling bogs … a really fascinating collection.
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Misky, I like what you see. Thank you.
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Beautiful, energetic poem Li. Love it.
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Thanks much, Sadje!
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The fragments came together despite being distinctly disparate.
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Thanks much, Punam.
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My pleasure, Li.
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I like the line cartwheeling gulls laugh… that is a great mental image.
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Happy you like that image 🙂
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I love how you included song lyrics! Beautiful poem!
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Dana, thank you so much. R.E.M. are kings when it comes to profound lyrics.
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What a trip that was! The freakish imagery – I felt like I was adventuring up an enchanted tower, finding new and terrifying beasts on every level. I admire how flawlessly you merged the R.E.M lyrics, with your poetry.
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You know now that you mention it is a tale of enchantment. Thank you very much for what you saw and glad you enjoyed the “fractured fairy tale.”
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R.E.M. is often my poetry muse … lots of it on my walking playlist. I love how you capture sin as a thrill (it often is) and I love the stream of emotion you journeyed me through …..
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Helen, it tickles me that you also love R.E.M. and am guessing it’s great for walking to. Thanks much.
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Good to see you/read you again, Lisa!
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Awww many thanks, Lynn. Good to be back.
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So much movement, color, music in this, Lisa!
The “infected puppets” make it a dark fairy tale.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Merril. An enchantment was indeed afoot…
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You’re very welcome, Lisa!
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Infected puppets indeed, What’s orchestrating them,therin lies a tale!
Pax,
Dora
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Indeed, Dora!
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Perhaps you should listen to what the machines are saying about you. They are speakimg freeluy. fascinating things they eay
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LOL I can only hope, Rob!
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