JIGSAW
So simple at the start:
just two parts, male and female,
slotting together like train tracks;
one chance meeting
on the Orient Express.
Then pieces became many,
their scene forever expanding –
from feather-imaged firmaments
to fumes and spumes of brimstone
stoked by pitchforks from beneath.
Each faint smut of Milky Way and
cresting curl of fathoms could be
placed in a wink of an eye;
but one piece of perfect blue still has
notched, uncharted coastline;
awaits some strange, all-seeing cunning
to make its edges fit.
Axilea
Regis
'LOVE' IS THERE...TWO GO ON TRYING TO MAKE THE PIECES FIT...UNTIL ONE DAY, THANK GOD, IT DOES. WELL DONE, KATE...A FINE PIECE OF WORK. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Love,
Eileen
Happy New Year
Anita
Love and Blessings,
Christine
Jigsaw puzzles have been an underlying theme within our household this Christmas, piecing together the fragments of jungles and oceans. Between past and future these puzzles seem to change and shift even as they are pieced together.
May each notch fit in 2012!
Blessings and Happy New Year,
Christine
Thank you, too, for the Snow quote. Marvelous, isn't it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!
xOx Phyllis xOx
I think you're right, and I think we all need to be prepared for pieces that may not seem to fit at all. And Happy New Year, To You.
that singularity of perspective is the piece that allows the puzzle to see itself completed ... at that point, there are no edges only the totality of its being ... great work, Kate ... it made my synapses fall into place ...
Wonderful poem. Love the verses from "Snow"
The best to you Kate. May there be many blessings bestowed
this New Year ~ Lady Mary Ann
Always,
Deborah
Life is like a jigsaw puzzle. You are always finding the pieces and trying to figure out just where they fit into the whole picture. I love this poem to start the New Year out. One of your very best.
May the spirit of the season stay with you for this New Year and may peace, love and light fill your world,
Amber
Still. this one edges out others because you have taken on life, love, sex, man and woman and have, in just a few short verses, kicked ass.
To end this masterpiece with a missing element is bold and cunningly smart. Nothing is ever as we think it is, there are always, "always," variables.