Notes About The Poem
Was finding meaning to it all meant to be this complicated?
Camus-Pieces
Camus-Pieces
by Odin Roark
Might it be…
Lives are merely spent
Putting fragments of one’s picture
Into place?
Is it random
We seek as children
Blocks placed to spell a word
In order to garner a smile
From Dada
Mama?
We seek a fit
By adolescence
Specific images dominate
Opposite sex
Same sex
Extreme sports
Identity sports
The journey is complex
Foreboding midlife
Roars onto the puzzle board
The making sense
Of love
Career
Images
Enigmas
The jigsaw no longer entertains
Inordinate curves
Corners
Subtleties
Don’t want to fit
Yet
Innate persistence
Shuffles old with the new
Determinate-sense the mission
Just like we were asked to believe
Our pieces were made exclusively for us
After all
We’re told
The puzzle maker is omniscient
He designed it all
He created this image
In a likeness
So…
How come the last piece
Always remains a ***** to fit
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