Missing Pieces
Missing Pieces
life is like that jigsaw puzzle you never
quite put together before the box is put
away in shadow's closet, taped up
and marked 'one piece missing',
to be tossed out one dusty day,
discarded, no longer in style, a leftover
hand-me-down, and no one understands
that the piece was never really missing
at all, you just simply did not have
that chance to slip in into place... it's like
traveling a ribbon of highway, your
experiences captured in twists
and curls, dead-ends, straightened
stretches of uneventful, until that last turn,
the one that comes without warning,
without choice or thought, the one
that finally makes you realize life's
basic truth... it is yours to live and cannot
be given to another, they may share
your dreams but will have their own
'missing pieces' and 'final turns' and no
one will really understand then either
© March 2008
Written for the AnyForm Goes challenge in FOS
Host: Morning song
Phrase: A ribbon of highway
Form used: cascading quatrains w/envoi
Music is by George Winston.
© 2008 Myrna D.
(All rights reserved)
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