Debbie Duncan Poet Crown of Sonnets

Missing Pieces

Once there was a time. 
A long time ago.

As I was looking for a flat.
Making sure it was right for me.

Just so I could make it my own.
I took a walk through the halls.

Way over there, in an out of the way corner. 
That's when I saw it, the writing on the wall.

The closer I came, the more I saw a love spell.
 Although  It was wearing thin from years past. 

 This is how it read: 

 She asks if she could get back all the missing
 pieces ~  all the pieces she had given away,
To lovers that didn't stay.

All the parts that had been broken, and betrayed.
All the parts that were left out in the rain.

All the parts that were dropped and kicked around.
It said she didn't think they wanted them anyway.
 
All the parts of herself, she felt she lost along the way.
She asks for all the missing pieces to be returned to her.

If that was ok  ~  Just so she wouldn't fade away.  
 





7/ 9 / 2011  8pm
Was looking through a 3 ring binder of my old poetry,

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Joseph May January 29, 2014 at 7:14 PM I enjoyed your beautiful write today Debbie...well penned

Terry L. Allen June 12, 2013 at 8:07 PM The older we get the less we recognize ourselves. Could it be we are only an empty shell of our former selves ? Things that make you go hummmmm! I can identify with this poem. Write on my poet friend. Tlee Debbie Duncan June 12, 2013 at 8:48 PM Thank you Terry ;}

Andrea Dietrich February 12, 2013 at 10:44 PM Debbie, you should start posting those old ones from the binder. How many other binders have you made since then? I didn't really start writing a lot until 12 years ago. Debbie Duncan February 14, 2013 at 9:28 PM I will start posting Andrea ;}

Andrea Dietrich February 11, 2013 at 4:25 PM so you have a binder too. I have three but the pages are all so messed up inside them. I really need to do a major overhaul!!!

Andrea Dietrich February 11, 2013 at 4:24 PM wow, this is very creative. I really liked that last part, so she would not fade away. Awesome!! Glad to see this one today. Debbie Duncan February 12, 2013 at 12:13 AM Thank you Andrea ;}

Phyllis Babcock February 11, 2013 at 10:35 AM Lovely write Debbie. love phyl Debbie Duncan February 11, 2013 at 5:43 PM Thank you phyl ;}

... Gigno February 9, 2013 at 9:55 PM !!!

Jack Jordan January 25, 2013 at 11:49 AM I love to find hidden or lost messages: marginalia in old books, notations in family bibles, discarded letters found in the dumpster, even rude messages scratched into bathroom stall walls. You've done a wonderful job of describing your discovery. Jack Debbie Duncan January 25, 2013 at 2:12 PM Thank you for reading ;}

Elizabeth O'Driscoll January 22, 2013 at 4:42 AM Not shure what use they would be to her :) I sure wouldn't want it, don't give anything if you can't afford to loose it. love Elizabeth

Duncan Chappell January 22, 2013 at 4:35 AM think to the new days to come dear friend very nice thank you

Don Johnson January 21, 2013 at 3:00 PM with just a touch of sadness, the past emerges hey, very emotive still :( Don Johnson January 27, 2013 at 9:19 PM he sadness of broken dreams, the might have beens, and the sometimes, gladness, a life lived in between, goodness n badness.. it would seem... can up n downs bring madness, when too much hurt has been? Don re: Debbie Duncan "Missing Pieces" Debbie Duncan January 21, 2013 at 3:03 PM Thank you for reading Don ;}

Kathryn Collins January 20, 2013 at 1:44 PM Debbie - Your word choices and sensitive ideas are sad. Our souls don't fade away. Debbie Duncan January 21, 2013 at 3:35 PM Thanks for reading ;}

Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2013 at 4:32 PM What an interesting perspective. I am so glad you rediscovered this one, exquisite! Debbie Duncan January 19, 2013 at 9:36 PM Thank you Richard ;}

Duke Beaufort January 19, 2013 at 8:06 AM Debbie, How we view the past can be changed by what happens in the present and future, however. This is a magical poem-I like it a lot. It's something I believe in even though I am a rationalist. There is something special about feelings, and you nailed it! Debbie Duncan January 19, 2013 at 3:41 PM Thank you Duke ;}

Demetrios Trifiatis January 18, 2013 at 8:13 AM The past cannot be changed even by Gods! Very real situation, impossible task though! Wonderfully expressed. Thank you!

Andrea Dietrich January 17, 2013 at 11:44 PM wow, I really enjoyed seeing this poem, Debbie. It is a deep one from you. One of your best!

Sara Kendrick January 17, 2013 at 3:12 PM Enjoyed reading this one..I am glad that I chose it to read today..Thanks for stopping by...Thanks for saying that my name reminded you of the song Sara's Smile...Sara

Phyllis Babcock January 17, 2013 at 1:41 PM Nicely done on this poem but was so looking forward to a carry on from the last one. love phyl Debbie Duncan January 17, 2013 at 2:27 PM Thank you Phyllis ;}

Harry Horsman January 17, 2013 at 8:56 AM i also see and read this much deeper, Debbie... but it is wonderful poetry,, and you a very caring poet... Debbie Duncan January 17, 2013 at 2:27 PM Thank you harry ;}

Don Johnson January 17, 2013 at 1:15 AM the nasty taste of betrayal, the false god, with his feet of clay, shallow men, a truth that fails, toothless liars get to pay, when handsome gets a coat of grey, and no one wants ya anyway:) yer mojo has set sail... re: Debbie Duncan "Missing Pieces" Don

Poet Destroyer A January 16, 2013 at 9:56 PM Hi Debbie, a very precious poem, about wanting and finding the missing pieces. i like the way you rationalized the poem... always PD Debbie Duncan January 16, 2013 at 11:04 PM Thank you very much PD ;}

The Situation January 16, 2013 at 6:57 PM your making me feel so guilty. i'm trying to break up.

Connie Gildersleeve January 16, 2013 at 5:45 PM An excellent sonnet, provoking many questions from this broken and lonely soul. Thanks for sharing Deb. Warm Smiles, Connie