Jigsaw
A word a line, a string of thoughts,
is this how we are defined?
A jigsaw puzzle of literary pieces,
tendons of thought in the mind.
There’s always more than can be expressed,
more than we know how to convey.
So the question begs, is it what we write that counts
or the way that it’s read on the day?
Is God in the box or holding the pieces?
Is all knowledge contained inside?
The bible, the dictionary, the meaning of life;
which one is for you to decide.
Our corner pieces help to define;
the earth, the sea, the sky.
But still the search must go on
for that ill fitting piece called ‘why’.
Copyright © David Barnes | Year Posted 2009
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