Jigsaw

contest-entry

 

It is like soft music played by the guitar player in the lonely room.

It is like wisps of light playing with the flowing linen.

I lay, contorted, on the floor, in a frantic search over the lost piece of jigsaw.

The last petal of flower I played with, in a reminiscent mode.

 

Those fragments of glass still lay on the floor and it was painted fresh, red,

Reminded me of how I played it on our veins.

But how you lay so still, motionless, and I long to breathe into you.

How about one last kiss, my love?

 

I need your blood to fill my heart, now lopsided.

I need a piece of your heart to complete mine.

I've looked at you forever and till yesterday you looked away.

Can I be with you all the time now that you are here?

 

I’m sorry, my love, that to complete my jigsaw-ed world,

 I needed to separate you from yours.

 Forgive me, my love, that I am now complete but

All I get to spend with you is a few hours before you go under the grey.

 

But our hearts can be joined in the world above

Like two flowers in a single vase; not so broken like this.

 

Author's Note

written for a contest on topic 'jigsaw'

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Congratulations! "Jigsaw" has won first place in the "Picture Poem This (8)" contest.
I found it quite amazing for reasons others may not understand. Nonetheless, beautiful.

[Wicahpi]

Ah I like this! Nice write, Thomas.