Chris Coolsma
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read

One lined poem: puzzled portrait


You came

smartly boxed as a jig saw puzzle -

an infinite number of pieces

of a promising idea -

in my life


You became

the portrait of your self -

never finished, always moving

and forever part of me -

my wife

(Hi poets! Do you have that too: there is one phrase without a specific object and certainly without anything like an image of the final form — in this case the jig saw puzzle- and only after steadfastly trying, a poem unfolds. Sure, I am no Mozart, if the myths of Mozart are the truth.)

Note: I tried to edit the text of the first half without any reminiscence of a shape, the second half ……

And by now I can add that the prompt is inspiring. Thank you, Anita.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Dedicated to teaching. Just passed the three quarter life crisis. Pianist and micro poet.

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