Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Puzzling poet


The last line was laid and this tied it all together,
Success!
Yet in the excitement of the assembled vivid scene,
the poet dropped his masterpiece onto the tile floor,

Whereby words shattered and scattered about
Everywhere.

Dejected and deterred, he could only kneel down
and try to pick up the pieces flung in far off places,
watchful for synonymous edges 
and similar shades

and of course, he paid particular attention
to the edges.

It had been done before, 
he told himself to start over,
it would be easier this time,
never imagining a different picture
put together,

he caught himself still glued to the finished image
of the new poem before him-
Stunning!
From out of Nowhere
its edges disappeared,

he saw it would never be finished,
so he took it apart and put it away.




Artwork by Harry Willson Watrous [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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