Repressed, defended against, lost,
hidden far deep inside, the unfelt.
Secrets become an extra body part,
elusive, stubborn as a "floating rib."
A hidden self won't show on x-ray,
won't be given up in a lovers' quarrel.
Truth is the lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle,
worked deep into the thick pile carpet.
True love's picture nears completion,
with exception of the gap in the sky.
That missing cloud, or absent bird,
is love's failure to hide imperfections.
Best kept secrets are terminal funk.
No final peace ever, no true release.
Things left unsaid are not the crazy glue
keeping hearts and souls bound together.
Fists unfurling, the final piece must fall,
a welcome shape between lovers' hands,
Together, something jagged, finally fits
to the shared picture, forever their mirror.
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Reviews of "Mirror, Mirror Jigsaw Puzzle On The Wall"
i agree with aamie... what is true love? poetry such as this helps me understand the meaning of love at least thru the eyes of poets like you... thanks... :)
"Best kept secrets are terminal funk.
No final peace ever, no true release.
Things left unsaid are not the crazy glue
keeping hearts and souls bound together."
... i like this. i wish there were such a thing as 'true love', but there is only love and luck when two people feel it for eachother at the same time. there is no true love, but love exchanged at all is a miracle.
Anne
Imeplling. I was just saying to a dear friend--"there just isn't Something it's all Supposed to look like. This is a beautiful picture of it. Vicky
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
No final peace ever, no true release.
Things left unsaid are not the crazy glue
keeping hearts and souls bound together."
excellent verse... powerful poem...
Imeplling. I was just saying to a dear friend--"there just isn't Something it's all Supposed to look like. This is a beautiful picture of it. Vicky