Though fate appears a riddle yet unsolved,
Its edges blurred, its pieces hid from view,
By Nature’s grace my worldly needs resolved,
Her gifts like morning rain, both rich and true.
Yet in my heart love’s branches twist and break,
A garden bright but strangely bare of bloom;
Misread affections, words we can’t remake,
Bring shadows creeping through my inner room.
Some pattern weaves itself, unseen, unkind,
A cycle spun of silence, doubt, and fear;
And though my cup is full, it leaves behind
An echo where love’s music should appear.
If heaven grants me every other part,
Why must a puzzle still divide my heart?
jigsaw puzzle Jerry was alone in the world, or so he thought
He found Jeremy, jigsaw snail, as soon as he stopped looking for a friend.
They were happy as friends, wonderful pals who never fought.
Their loyalty and respect for each other never faltered, it never did end.
The last puzzle
When the last piece of your life's puzzle
finally fits, and you have outgrown the old man
who still crave recognition
He spends his, what might be his last summer
in his den editing and editing
not to leave alone work done when young
He cannot be what he once was
A new life walking on soft sand and a smile
at hungry sea gulls flying low in the forever
hunt for food, not likely
He knows he will, read about the politics of our
time to form an opinion and keep it to himself
He has resigned to his shortcoming smile and
Forgive the old man
over a thousand pieces
to complete my puzzle
a picture of me, my heart
piecing it together my whole life
fitting in a new piece
filling in the frame
never quite complete
pieces break off
pieces fall away
leaving holes where others should be
pieces are lost
pieces are found
it will never truly be complete
on the day I lost you
the largest piece vanished
leaving my puzzle broken forever
Life is a puzzle.
When you're born,?
you begin the edge-
blank, full of pieces.
Growing up is shaping the borders:?
you learn what fits,?
what doesn’t.
?You discover who you are.
Adulthood—?
that’s the middle.?
The part where pieces blur,?
where the picture becomes unclear.?
You endure confusion,?
sorrow, pain.
A missing piece—
?a soulmate,?
a purpose.?
Some find it early.?
Some, too late.?
Some, never.
Toward the end,
?things start to click.
?You recognize the picture
?you’ve been building.
Then comes the final piece—
?death.?
And everything you built
?disappears.
You’re lucky?
if you ever finished the puzzle.
Then,?
someone new?picks up the pieces.
And it all begins again.
Life is a puzzle, piece by piece,
Some truths we see, only through a lace,
In our hearts, heaven’s vision do start,
See the destiny, then play our part.
Dare to see the world anew,
Like a child with wonder true.
Celebrate the rare, embrace the right,
Find divine in common sight.
Walk with those who lift your soul,
Who guide us to our cherished goal.
Each time we give, new dimensions flow,
A smile brings joy, then let it glow!
Let the vision you were born to see
Be stamped afresh inside of thee.
Knit heart and mind in warm embrace,
Then heaven’s plan your feet will trace.
So, live the dream that whispers your name,
Let heaven’s wish ignite your flame.
And when it does, in joy we will stay,
At peace within, come what may.
Beach
blanket
on the shore,
you can smell 'em
miles off the water.
Coated in peanut oil,
the very last puzzle piece.
Roses mingle with that gift box
inside of a heart drawn in the sand.
A pile of ribbons, bows, and curly fries.
I'm not sayin you don't have a right
to feel the way you do,
but have you considered every avenue,
every stream that lines information directly to you?
Have you considered perspective?
That what appears to be truth could be, in actuality, subjective -
effective truth hidden behind piercing offensive lies?
Have you considered that life is like a puzzle,
and every piece you put together creates a picture of its own.
And that picture is all you can see
for now
it's all you can believe in
for now
until you find another piece that creates a new picture.
And so the pattern continues,
until someday your eyes can view the entirety of each puzzle piece.
And THAT is
peace
is understanding,
is seeing the whole picture.
So let us all be believers in building puzzles,
and arise as continual seekers of all the pieces
for peace
Hiddfens inside
Clever invworteds
Incite chaos
Inside confusdadated
Confusminds
I have a confession to make.
I don't know the first thing about poetry.
I don't know about the rules
The rhymes
The euphony
That add to its glory,
Its beauty.
I don't understand each category
That determines where each
Beautiful body of voice belongs,
Bracketing each expression of speech
Into a home.
I wonder where this one fits in.
Will it be accepted by its kin?
Or a distant echo
Of what could have been
But never came to pass?
No imprint, no trace,
To leave behind
And make an impression
On the minds of mankind.
My soul's strongest hope
And its closet fear -
To never be heard
Nor remembered
For what it holds dear.
Author Dana Redricks
November 23, 2024
When I see you, I see the puzzle pieces of your life slowly taking shape as your life begins to take shape and the pain begins to be replaced to reveal the beauty that was hidden.
When I see you, I see the puzzle pieces of your life, edges worn, yet steadfast, Slowly finding where they belong, a picture emerging from the chaos of the past.
Each fragment tells a story of pain endured, of love misplaced, yet now they shift, guided by a quiet hand, into a pattern that feels like grace.
Your life begins to take its form, not bound by what was lost or broken, but by what you’ve chosen to rebuild the pain once sharp, now soft, replaced by truths you’ve finally spoken.
And as the beauty reveals itself, no longer hidden beneath the weight of this world, I see not just the bruises and brokenness, but the strength in every piece, as your life puzzle begins to come together as you find a new release, and you finally feel at peace.
When the night dies and the horizon blushes with dawn's light,
I look around myself to find you by my side...
And all of a sudden everything falls back into their places,
Like pieces of a haphazard puzzle completed by your warm embraces.
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
Love has the power to muzzle
Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy
Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy.
As soon as one is somewhat comfortable
Love shows her ugly fangs on the table
Love is not always a beautiful spring.
Love behave like a cunning chameleon
Love behaves like an uncommon phenomenon
No one can completely comprehend this thing.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
I think of the heart as a never-ending puzzle…
a kind of puzzle in reverse.
where pieces of other people’s hearts can be added to ours…
and where pieces of our heart to others can be dispersed.
Every heart comes with a little mystery…
because as each day we grow
exactly who we’ll share our pieces with…
is something we don’t know.
Love has the final decision on the pieces we choose to share…
deciding who I give a piece of my heart to…
and who gives me a piece of theirs.
When love works her magic, however, both sharers will admit….
somehow…the pieces shared between them…are a perfect fit.
And whether the wait to share a piece of our heart is short…
or if it takes a little longer….
when pieces are shared with love…
each heart grows a little stronger.
I wonder if that’s why when we lose someone we love…
oftentimes what happiness we find.
is knowing they took a piece of our heart with them…
and left a piece of theirs behind.
Perhaps the most comfort we can take…
when someone we love departs….
is knowing a person never truly dies
as long as we have a piece of their heart.
When the genius
arrived on Venus
in a shuttle
he was shocked to see a jigsaw puzzle.
He tried to fix Heather
by putting the pieces of her heart together
but faced bad weather
so he eventually reached the end of his tether.
He decided to not to let another minute go to waste
so he made haste
with his return
to Saturn.
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