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Post by Artemis on Aug 8, 2009 8:51:25 GMT -5
Pieces of life scattered out amongst the chaos,
Where to begin unravelling?
Why at the start of course! Where else?
Sitting with head resting in hands it begins.
Vivid colours representing memories,
Oddly shaped corners never looked around ~
There seem to be too many pieces to fit
Inside the space and time allowed.
Brow furrows and eyes darken,
Hands busy knitting and sewing the stitches of time.
Light fades and it has to be finished.
This is a reminder of The Snow Queen,
Of Kay and his quest for the letters
That eventually spelled out ETERNITY.
Yet the pieces staring back just spell
PUZZLE.
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Post by Harklight on Aug 9, 2009 0:44:13 GMT -5
The problem with unravelling puzzles is usually finding the beginning, Kerry ... and being able to alter or follow it. I like how you've incroporated all of the colours, odd-shaped corners that don't seem to fit and left over pieces. I've had that problem with a car engine *dammit. The Snow Queen and Kay references are obscure to me but I imagined how they fit in this puzzle. Another good write. H x
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Post by Max on Aug 9, 2009 12:46:32 GMT -5
As you well know, my friend, life can be very confusing and random... much like a puzzle. I love the metaphors that you use here, the stitching and knitting especially. My hope is that sooner or later, but preferably sooner, all of our lives' puzzles fall into place. Your poem here touched me deeply, my friend. Big big hug (((((Kerry)))))
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Post by Dr Fogg on Aug 19, 2009 3:24:24 GMT -5
"Life is like a puzzle", so much more appropriate than "Life is like a box of chocolates" or even "a bed of roses" I see life like a jig saw with several pieces missing and a few pieces from another puzzle thrown in. You are a puzzle to me, just when I think i am beggining to recognise your style your throw in one like this! Quite remarkable.
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