figments + fragments

A blog of some short stories, mostly poetry, figments of fiction, fragments of memory, fragments of a thought, fragments of something, and who knows what else — penned by Elizabeth Carry (less the many better-written reblogs in between).

[figmentsfragments]

Stained-Glass Angel

pardon her darkness

pardon her grief

she was born of a

desperate, hopeful belief

in seeds

buried deep

in the flowers

they placed

on casket altars

and in prayers

whispered

underneath

[e.carry]

[paper-wounds]

[mournfulroses]

Marcel Proust, from a letter to Antoine Bibesco featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

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Everdell

the clock strikes

twelve white roses

upon stone upon

grassy pine

kept company

only by

dogwood

and oak

[e.carry]

[figmentsfragments]

June Gloom

fireflies twinkle in the treeline

on the longest day of the year again

i count twenty-two

without you

seeing you

with different eyes

but always seeing you

[e.carry]

[figmentsfragments]

Migraintion

a swallowtail settles

briefly

on magnolia boughs

on her broken path to

freedom

tears

cement into

footprints

two cardinals

sway in the breeze

just beyond the cover

of honeysuckle perfume

watching as we pace

waiting as we weep

skies blink endless white

[e.carry]

[figmentsfragments]

familiar habits flow back to me

as sunlight loses its edge once again

I’m not the rock

nor the water washing past

I am the storm and I am to blame

I know the devil by my own name

[e.carry]

[poetrydystopian]

"Very early in my life, it was too late."

[putaind3merde]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Too Relatable

[poem by E. Carry]

I see it in her eyes

what we carry is much the same

whole of one halved other

and all their gilded shames

traded life plans for pancakes

three breakdowns under noon

you hand off new blames

through mirrors called windows

that bury a few more truths

‘neath litanies

of cement-weighted names

she knows

she sees it, too

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Forebode

written by E. Carry

red tide warnings

washed upon the shore

long before they thought their ending nearer

in truth

‘twas a mere sign of something more

white caps crash endless cautionary tales

to anyone with open ears

always

your silence scares me more

[inkpressedpetals]

this is what best friends are for.

[figmentsfragments]

reach into ethers

for a hand, unwavering

I’ll never let go

[Elizabeth Carry]

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tea leaf wishes

I hope he knows
how you take your tea

and is someone
to hold you patiently

someone gentle
someone kind

heart in hand
you in mind

I hope he walks you in
and doesn't keep you out

[e.carry]

[json-derulo]

"you were always such a good kid! we never had to worry about you :)" thanks! you actually should've, though. like about this specifically