A canvas with challenging
puzzle pieces placed to
shape and form a life after
each piece fits
~Life ensues in this perplexity~
Some will find a place right
away, some will keep trying with hope to fit in
Retain the ones you have tried for another day of
reassessment, perhaps
Implore the ones in place
to help you vision a mate
to snuggle in
How long to fill the empty
places with all the pieces in perfect array?
Who will become that
very piece that completes
when applied...to solve
the fulfillment and be
the conclusive solution
to this riddle
~Puzzled no more~
(c) Puzzled am I...with Pieces
12July2011
Vivian L. Dawson
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Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on July 14, 2011
LIFE IS A JOURNEY...SOMETIMES MISSING PUZZLE PIECES COME TOGETHER WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT IT.
ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK, ANNA
Reviewed by Linda Whitted (Reader)
Reviewed on July 14, 2011
Well written poem that stimulates and encourages one's own inner thoughts and memories to "connecting that final piece of the puzzle." Great writing. Thanks for sharing. Linda
This is quite an original poem, jigsaw puzzles are a good metaphor for life and like you we all spend our lives trying to make the pieces fit.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 12, 2011
I'm the world's worst at riddles, and puzzles. I like your title and you seem to have all the pieces, just maybe not the order they are supposed to fit. Nice write.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK, ANNA
and the thought-through motif.
John