Jigsaw
stealing pieces of experience
to place them just outside of your own
j
i
g
s
a
w
y our
semiotic symptom
of a need to reproduce;
connote two-tone heartbreak
tragedy ripped
from a 2D playground
second-hand realities
suck on ragged fragments
forcing them to f
it
every corner of the composite
un
clean
dirty littered grief-strewn jackdawed glory
no full balloon floats
under water
any more
than an empty swing
is saddled with distress.
Photo courtesy of Richard Nixon of Rich Pictures
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Laura Taylor
Thu 13th Nov 2014 11:13
Many thanks to you Cynthia :) And pish you don't 'do imagination'!! Behave!
Your poem The Aperitif is one of the best of the type that I've read Cynth. Do it!