Relative Mess
19 September 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: the fragmentary prompt
And why are five pills
easier to swallow than six?
I guess the throat
can only accept
so many swords
The lines that pierce
what’s left of your brain
in the morning got high last night
and decided not to come by
So you surround
your busted vision with sentimental
cracks
Your fingers got burnt
in the wrong oven in the wrong house
but no one has to know that
J.D. Harms 2020
Prompt:
Today’s prompt is to write a piece of seemingly unconnected fragments (of course there will be some connection), each stanza/paragraph with a different image attached to it that interacts, or even goes full on tangential from the image you started with. (So I chose: pills, throat, brain, vision, fingers as each stanza’s “relative mess”.) Tag me in it (J.D. Harms) and let the fun begin! If you’re not going to publish it in Scrittura, leave a comment below with your story’s link.
