Come night
the pieces
on the bedside floor.
attacking them with
single minded devotion
joining, disjoining
the chaos
the mind swirls in.
simple enough
at first glance
the chaos
the mind swirls in.
simple enough
at first glance
some fit like
they are born to it
others belong
so obvious elsewhere
trying desperately
fails to find
the lost one
the missing piece
the missing piece
of her lonely heart...
12 comments:
'Come night
the pieces
on the bedside floor'
The clue was there to your poem-puzzle but I missed it. Lovely idea, your heart as a puzzle with one piece missing... hope you find it! :-)
hmm all the best and i hope you find the missing clue :)
or was there a clue that i have MISSED now :)
Bikram's
That final puzzle piece can sometimes take a long time to fit in place...
come night
they belong to others
like the poem
I like your words and style!
Wonderful, powerful last line.
xoRobyn
But we can always dream...
Lovely writing...
scattered with the wind
Very nice!
It takes a life time to put it together - Life
This was phenomenal imagery. I adored this.
Aaahhh...a tad sad, but so beautiful!! And yes, no picture can ever be complete without a heart in it...
Such a lovely magpie write, Rekha...
Kudos!!
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.