Oliver Mckeithan Poet Free verse

Remnants of Our Lives

Remnants of Our Lives

Pieces of our lives captured
in small snapshots.
A single moment in time, frozen
for the world to see.
Fragments of a once whole life
now shattered.
Jagged parts of a puzzle which
can’t be put back together.
Are our lives mere blips in time strung
together like a necklace?
If this is so, the whole concept of completeness
goes out the window.
Life becomes a random set of convergences
with no meaning or direction.
There is no one single beginning
or ending.

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Alesia Leach March 3, 2025 at 7:24 PM Your poem delves into the fragmented nature of human existence, highlighting how individual moments, captured in snapshots, contribute to a disjointed narrative. The imagery of shattered fragments and incomplete puzzles effectively conveys a sense of incompleteness. Oliver Mckeithan March 3, 2025 at 8:06 PM Yes, we look at still photos and only see that person in that moment. No background, no history, no depth. Thanks for reading Alesia.