Nor Man Baits
a photo from
my future was
imprinted on
a piece of wood
then taken to
a jigsaw and
made into
pieces
these became me
to shape
my test to
tell how i was
to look and to
see how others
would see me
creating myself
but not quite
understanding
the concept for
having no finish
ed form to know
when i was
done other
then using
every piece
i ended and
looked not
agasp
but with a
curiosity in
the future i
wouldn't have
any edges or
borders as all
the puzzled
pieces i fit
putting as
i saw fit
my one
eye i
saw was
a bluish
background
with a bit of
cloud
and the
entire shape
took on a form that
could not
be framed
looking like
Whistler's
Mother
but most
bothersome
to my Mum
was i made
every piece
fit by using
a hammer
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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