I acknowledge being broken
Yet find the moniker incomplete
In a world full of fragmented people
In that deviance alone, I’m not unique
Tho’ I walk amongst the myriads
I shun the mask I’ve been asked to wear
As broken though I may be
I remain unabashedly unashamed.
Rather, I’m proud that I am broken
Prouder still that I’ve retained
The pieces, fragments, shards
Of truth- Surrounding
all the lives I’ve led.
For I admit to being broken
At no other hand than my own
In pursuit of a life that few have led-
And even fewer have survived.
Word Count: 99
I wrote this in response to Carrot Ranch’s Word prompt- Shards, even though the prompt clearly called for a 99 word flash fiction story.
Whereas this is indeed the story of a life that seems to have gone by in a flash, I assure you, it is in no part fiction.
Very nicely done and a great message :O) x
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And thank you for being here.
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You’re welcome Violet :O) x
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Shards are perfectly visible in this piece, even without the use of the word! Great poem!
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Some pieces are so sharp, so jagged, the only word that does them justice is shards- and it is for that reason I chose to use the actual word. Hell I’d already broken the prose vs poetry rule on the prompt, why not skip the word and up the anti… hahahah
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I love that line: I remain unabashedly unashamed. I also like the theme, and the content. 🙂
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It was a race between that, and brazenly ballsy… I’m glad you agree with my choice 😉
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Oh, brazenly ballsy wouldn;t have worked. It would have broken the spell you’d already woven.
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LOL!!! I’ll save it for an angrier piece. I’m bound to write one of those soon enough…
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Violet, you wrote a moving piece of poetry, using your life as the story to probe. And that’s fine! Carrot Ranch is a safe space for writers to explore their creativity and we are open to what you create within the constraint. It doesn’t have to be fiction. “Flash creative writing” doesn’t have the same umph for a catchy moniker, although it would be more accurate. Thanks for joining us!
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Thank you so much Charli. I was so happy to hear your prompt I forgot to read the rules first. Thank you for hosting and the warm welcome!
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I believe our experiences which both bind us and tare us apart, make us the whole that we are.
And that is nothing to be ashamed of in the slightest.
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I think so too.
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Did you submit it over on her site? She never kicks people out for poetry. 🙂
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I linked but didn’t submit the form cuz it wasn’t a story
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🙂 You can always e-mail Charli and ask, or submit anyway. She says to “go where the prompt leads.”
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She commented and said everything is cool
I’ll just leave it as s link for now. First time out and all.
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Great!
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Got it! -share it in the comments, too. Very nice people will comment on it. 🙂
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Sometimes us old ladies just feel like we have something to say….
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I love your poetry, Violet. This one is full of defiance and strength. Wonderful.
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Thanks D. I’m looking forward to doing some new fiction tho..
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Excellent 🙂
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I love the poem
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Why thank you. I love being able to share it with you.
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Brilliantly penned!
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Thank you Eugenia. I seem to be stuck on expository poetry the last few days. It carried over to my entry for the Cafe as well.
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No problem, Violet.
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There is such beauty in fragments and shards… and in your writing about this.
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Welcome to my world, as seen thru Violets Lentz…. Where all the broken toys
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