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Mar 14, 2009
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Jigsaw Puzzle
A jigsaw puzzle lies in disarray.
She struggles to find the frame’s straight edges,
boundaries turned flip-side up and dark gray,
box with the picture stolen by Grinches.
Still, she pushes shapes together misfit,
forces from memory ways that won’t work.
Weirdo pieces fit somewhere, says wiz kid,
by fate’s accident or foible or quirk.
But the picture is lost, the vision, gone.
There’s a corner, but it’s too late to turn.
Try one more; guidelines are nil, orders—none.
She lies down to rest, but never to mourn.
The colors blend into distant white light.
The puzzle is solved; she fought the good fight.
She struggles to find the frame’s straight edges,
boundaries turned flip-side up and dark gray,
box with the picture stolen by Grinches.
Still, she pushes shapes together misfit,
forces from memory ways that won’t work.
Weirdo pieces fit somewhere, says wiz kid,
by fate’s accident or foible or quirk.
But the picture is lost, the vision, gone.
There’s a corner, but it’s too late to turn.
Try one more; guidelines are nil, orders—none.
She lies down to rest, but never to mourn.
The colors blend into distant white light.
The puzzle is solved; she fought the good fight.
— deelilah, Mar 14, 2009
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barbsdad2003
17 years 2 months ago
Brings to ...
deelilah
17 years 2 months ago
Thank you Chuck
Stella
17 years 2 months ago
I, too, had visions of
deelilah
17 years 2 months ago
Thanks Stella