Puzzled Pieces
A free verse poem.
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1 min readOct 26, 2019
My edges never
Quite fell into the slot
I found cut out
For me
They always sat
Crooked, leaning,
Uneven against
The bigger picture
But I found a piece
Or two that match
Whose colors run
Right into mine
Their edges lock
Upon my sides
Their brushstrokes turn
Right angles against mine
I suppose we all
Are jigsaw pieces
Fitting into place
Any place we can
Forming piecemeal
Landscapes with
Rorschachs spattered
From the palettes of our minds