Fragments United In

Fragments United In Perfect Imperfection And all the smeared colours unite into white All the little pieces Fragmentation personified call it life broken shards razor sharp at the cutting edge where darkness meets red pastel indigo’s crown too far to assemble smattered fracture to be launched from oblivion baptism of fire watered aired earth’s grounds Call it madness the insanity of bedlam’s cosmos awaiting healthy chaotic pandemonium entropy topsy-turvy balance yoyo’s stagnation the juggler’s explosion Universal trapeze trampoline free falling on impact a pact with the devil which does not Exist but for molecules here and there fused and divided In haywire resolution for the shrapnel once smoothened on the edges to nowhere soothes pike’s spikes and the scalpel’s bond super glues quivering quakes in silence The glass’ bits and crushed illusion of wholeness deluded schisms shibboleths trenches mental warfare burst crumbled unison tar potted gold at the end of rainbow prisms condensed reflected circumscribed blinding light assembled peaceful resolution in disarray acceptance inter-webbed connected intermingled Liberation freedom in acceptance en-storied en-lived enlivened antagonised synchronicity where life is narrated and all the little pieces are ONE When evening falls at dawn One story one life one body one mind one soul my soul my mosaic Painted pained paned into a novel window angle perspective lens focus composition beautiful concord No more pieces’ disproportion Convocation concocted congregating the dots in the puzzle called broken pieces the bigger picture lies in bed with Chronos and Kairos does not lie rather resonates salutes truth honest saltation the salt of my shallow sorrows jumping at me from out of the box with some marvellous marbles created from scraps All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest Broken Wings 13th September 2016