Going Nowhere in Fragments

Going Nowhere in Fragments

As I drive down the highway,
cars pass me like I’m standing still.
Maybe I am. I have no idea how fast
I’m going. My mind is going somewhere else.

Did she even know what
she was talking about? What
I was talking about? What
were we talking about?

I remember hearing the door slam
as she closed it behind me.
I remember my car door
slamming as I turned the key.
Nothing looks familiar.
I wish I knew where I’m going.

This poem is my response to MTB: Picking up some Pieces, the prompt from Laura Bloomsbury at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem of disjointed images, a fragment poem – a part of a larger work or a poem made to appear discontinuous or incomplete. “Fragment(s)” must be used in the title.

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35 thoughts on “Going Nowhere in Fragments

  1. Really like the urgency, the rhythm of that 2nd stanza, the way it all clicks, those clever, clever last two lines, and they were clever…very, almost like that recurring statement in a film I like very much: a circle is not round… (Before the Rain)

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  2. You’ve described the unsettled feeling generated from miscommunication very well. Here it feels like a tiff between partners but it could be between any two people. Getting away is good for the moment as long as there is a time for clarification at some point. Otherwise you really will be spinning in place.

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    • Thank you. I do understand that need to drive. Especially on country roads.
      Here’s a story for you…
      45 years ago, early in the marriage, my ex and I were having a disagreement while standing in the driveway. My car was behind hers, and I was sitting on my fender. She didn’t want to argue anymore, so instead of going into the house she got into my car and started it. When I wouldn’t get off the fender, she backed out and drove off – with me hanging onto the wipers. I jumped off at the first stop sign and walked back a block to home. She was gone for a couple of hours, and the argument was history. More than thirty years later, she finally left for good.

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  3. This is incredibly hard-hitting and poignant, Ken! You capture the complexity of emotions at times and fleeting nature of life (in fragments) so well! Kudos to you! 💝💝

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  4. You’ve captured so well the emotional feel of after the fight–when it seems you’re not thinking straight, but just keep replaying the scene over and over again. And it’s scary when you’re driving and lose track of where you’ve been.

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