PuzzlingA Poem by Leslie MarieHow to fall in love.Search among the crowd, because it is what everyone else does, because we are all just pieces, searching for other pieces, for a multitude of reasons, to compare our shapes, and edges, and structure, to examine, and admire, and criticize one another, and even sometimes, to fit. We get fed up with comparing, and thinking of excuses, insults get used up, we all have to be original, though none of us can be, so we all eventually decide to fit, for the right or wrong reasons. We weed out the unfitting edges, the awkward curves, and unmatched textures, we search among colors, and patterns we find close matches, some closer than others. The closest matches become of part of each other, they create something vivid, something tangible, something visual, something blissful, they highlight the flow of the entire piece, the flow of all the pieces that exist, they are the visuals highlights, the flowers, and horses, and homes. The mediocre are the grass and the sky. Though the grass and sky are not to be overlooked. The closest fitting stay connected, stay one. The less fall apart. The picture looses something. It loses hope of becoming one. We never stood a chance. But the highlights; they hold on. They hold on for dear life because it’s all they’ve got. They know what it’s like to create something beautiful and sustain it. So even in the ruins of beauty they stand, silently proclaiming that beauty still exists. Love like a puzzle piece. Live for something bigger than yourself. © 2012 Leslie MarieFeatured Review
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