Another Picture in the Puzzle
Scattered mixed pieces tumble into life through the love of two
Juxtaposed into a space connected into the grooves under you
Jigsawed beneath the stars seeking haven behind daylight's blue
Another picture in the puzzle snaps into my peripheral view
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Frameworked 'neath the same constellations that love looks to
Trepidacious travelers tread the trails that transcribe their tattoo
Land where the lonely linger, lost, locked low in limbo's lieu
Another picture in the puzzle snaps into my peripheral view
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The Andromeda Galaxy muraled above the blue hangs to view
Seeing infinity in the pieces right and left our eyes pass through
Where limitless lies in the distance beyond what man can construe
Another picture in the puzzle snaps into my peripheral view
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Fickle is the clock running its spent race as the hands move askew
Hindsight matters naught until the colors in the picture join in queue
Conscience caresses the brushes that sweep the canvas in our hue
Another picture in the puzzle snaps into my peripheral view
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Hands that place another piece in the journey of desire's pursue
Behind trails another moment of the lifetime we walk to accrue
Above the clouds hope carries consciousness to promises anew
Another picture in the puzzle snaps into my peripheral view
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Comments
You are a very gifted writer...let me ask, writer to writer, what is your favorite thing to write about, happy or dark topics? just out of curiousity
...what a lovely way to end my day of poetry, writing and hub reading before I head out the door to work.
Again I sit here cradling my jaw on my lap - awestruck - and wondering how you put these words together - and talking about interlocking jigsaw puzzles - all of these words fit together so perfectly as if it were some kind of divine intervention . Well it is, because you, Amy, are the finest wordsmith I've had the pleasure of reading and yet you always manage to convey an important message and it's not just for the sake of making words look pretty in an impressionable exercise.
I can always see the intellectual and emotion streak in all of your writing and it's a perfect synthesis of poetry and storytelling.
You show all the different facets of the mult-colored rainbow in life and you take us through your literary journeys where we shed tears with you, laugh with you, hold your hand through the good times and the bad, and share this beautiful thing we call life and living - your words make a distinct difference to us and an always leaves a profound impression on this reader who salutes you respectfully from his creative heart and his inquisitive mind.
Your work also demands a re-read from yours truly and I would imagine many would say the same thing because each line is jam packed with a dense undertow and just so busy with the best adjectives I've ever seen - thank you dear Amy for taking your poetic art to the highest level imaginable because it makes us not only better readers but better writers as well.
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Dear SMonaghan, Believe it or not, I am actually a positive person, but with a very serious side. I write with the most passion about the things I am most passionate about, predominantly unfairness, inequality, the blows of life that bring us to our knees. I can't fake it. Sometimes, I wish I could. I find joy in hope and with only a few exceptions (my piece following the CT school shootings), I usually see and infuse the power of hope in my poetry. Thank you sincerely for your interest and allowing me to think about something I rarely do; the motivation of my leanings in writing. I appreciate your kindness and inquisitive mind.
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My dearest Colin, If I am a wordsmith, you, nevertheless, leave me at a loss for words to fully express my gratitude for your richly gorgeous message. If I ever dare to write a poetry book, I will beg, borrow and steal, to get you to write a review.
I can't thank you enough for taking the time to truly read my work, in order to understand the subterfuge running beneath the surface of my poetry. You make the excitement of writing hit the top of the ferris wheel. I feel like I've just won the biggest prize at the fair.
Thank you for giving validity to my thoughts and their expression here. You give me courage. Shine on, you crazy diamond.
Amy, dear Amy! I believe I have read ten different poems today, and then I read yours. It was like reading homework from a 2nd grade class and then reading one assignment from AP English in college. You are that good. I read yours once, then set it aside, then come back and read it again, and trust me when I tell you I don't have the time to do that, but your work demands that I take the time. Bravo!
love,
bill
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Dear Bill, Knowing that you are a teacher, and mostly, that you are an honest, 'tell it like it is' kind of man, I feel enormously complimented by your words. If you have any doubts at this point, judging from my comments on your hubs, I am a very serious person and take every word from every reader to heart. Yours, my friend, make my heart sing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Bill. Love, Amy
Ah, Amy, your poems are always the best. This one is so beautiful. And your choice of music videos....perfect! I haven't been on here too much recently between work and things going on at home. I have missed this and you! Thank you for this poem. Up++
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I've missed you, Randi. I see two articles by you today and I am headed over to the one I'm most afraid of...Public Showers! LOL
Thank you for your awesome comment. You've made my day, my friend. Take care of yourself and try not to work too hard. Hugs to you from St. Lou
So crazy, I was answering your comment when I saw the pop up for this one! Hugs right back at you!
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We must be existing in a parallel universe, Randi!
Tears that mask a nascent, knowing smile from old St. Lou,
Another picture in your puzzle snaps into my peripheral view.
You know I really like this. Real good job. Congratulation and thank you
Morning Amy.
Beautiful.
There's not a lot I could say that our friends and hubbers such as Mr.C;
Billybuc, Randi, have not already said. Only that such work ranks high with Burns, Wordsworth, along with the romantic works of Lord Byron.
Take care and have a nice day.
LOL Ghaelach
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You just taught me a brand new word, Perspycacious, and I thank you! I've already looked it up and am planning on using it soon.
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Isn't it funny, MHatter, how the "comments" can tell us so much about one another? Yours tell me I like you! Thank you so much, dear man.
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Dear Ghaelach, First, I love your name. Is it scottish?
I am purposely ignorant of the writings of the likes of Lord Byron, Burns and Woodworth, mainly, because I have a fear of being too influenced and/or discouraged by their infamous writing abilities. But, now, that you mention them by name in your most generous comment to me, my curiosity has got the best of me. I am going to read some of their prolific masterpieces this week. Since my feeble efforts in writing and painting, if nothing else, are influenced by my diehard impetus to be an original and the worst thing possible for me would be a "copy", I need have no fear. Thank you for your awesome words, Ghaelach, that got my brain firing and my heart pumping.
More beautiful words from your deep thinking soul. Life is a jigsaw puzzle. The biggest challenge is to try and put it together so that we can understand the big picture. Unfortunately there are always more than 1000 pieces. Fortunately there are some who engage in the battle to do it. Best of all there are some, such as you, who share, and in doing so help us all to develop new perspectives on the puzzle solution. Thank you .
It is interesting how we see more in the peripheral than we do looking straight on. The truth hides waiting for us just outside the edges, and we get little glimpses as we move through life.
Well done Amy,
Mark
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Thank you, Vickiw, for your profound statement regarding this piece. I was exceedingly fortunate to grow up with loving parents that gave me the gift of their genetics and lives that showed me how to navigate difficulties through a strong sense of responsibility rather than blame. No life is without strife. Helping each other is not selfless, as it is not without its own rewards. Each of us becomes strong or not, resourceful or not, giving or not, depending on how we perceive the troubles we encounter. The difficulties in every life can make us strong or reduce us to helplessness, and though life is unpredictable, the way we manage the hard times remains our choice. Picking up the pieces and putting them in place...so to speak. Thank you, Vicki, for taking the time to read my piece and give it the care of your thoughts.
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Thank you so much, my kindred spirit, Mark. I thought of you, too, when I wrote this piece. I admire your stamina, strength and positivity in dealing with so many devastating circumstances beyond your control. You, my friend, are an inspiration. Thank you and take good care of yourself, Mark.
Only you could put the puzzle together in such a manner that would stir the heart into understanding. " Land where the lonely linger, lost, locked low in limbo's lieu. " How i do love your poetry Amy. You bring me much joy and awe in your ability to convey feelings that inspire and delight my inner being. Thank you Dear one...
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I am thrilled, absolutely awestruck by your comment, dearest Ruby. I feel like I've won the lottery knowing you. You restore my faith in humanity, Ruby, in every piece you write and every comment you leave me. Bless you, my sweet friend.
If you ever doubt that your poetic talent is genuine, dear Amy, just return to this page and then to the pages of every Hub you have written, and reread the exceptional comments.
The innovative images invoked by your creative choice of words inspire the reader to delve for the meanings that may be hidden within your precious poetry. And much like a jigsaw puzzle, it all falls into place. Magnifique, cherie.
Beautifully written. I love the cadence and imagery of your verse. Drbj and Epi have covered all the good adjectives that describe your work so I will just say I am a fan.
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As I read your beautiful comment, dear drbj, what strikes me most is how incredibly fortunate and grateful I am for readers like you. Often, before I publish a piece, I do feel self-doubt and struggle with hitting "publish" , as no one wants to feel a fool. When I say you give me courage, drbj, I am being sincere. To think that you delve for my meanings is the greatest gift you could ever give me. And, "Magnifique, cherie", well, it doesn't get better than that. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my brilliant friend.
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I adore your writing, Peg, as your style is uniquely yours. At the end of each story, I want more. When you let me know you are a fan of mine, I am over the moon, my friend. Thank you for your visit, support and your awesome comment.
This poem is delightful and so well written. I really enjoyed it.
Voted up and beautiful. For every special memory there is a picture or an image shaped in our minds. Enjoyed this and passing it on.
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Bless you, Blossom. I appreciate your time and enjoyed your visit along with your heartwarming message to me.
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Thank you so much, Gypsy. Your words warmed my day, and at 5 degrees in St. Louis this morning, that's a really big deal. Sending love to you from me in St. Lou.
You are really growing in your writing I see. I loved this. Always and inspiration with your words. hugs. voted up and shared. :)
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Thank you so much, Jo, and I am so glad to see you. I'm thrilled that you like this one and encouraged that you sense "I'm feeling it." Bless you my awesome friend. Shalom
PHENOMENAL!!!!!!
OMG Amy, there is nothing I can say that hasn't been said by others or, that would even sound vaguely intelligent in the shadow of your ability to craft words. I could spend a lifeime trying to write one line worthy to stand beside yours and still fail miserably. I am in total awe of you. You are a star waiting to be discovered and named as the brightest in the universe.
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Oh, Linda, Your words light up my eyes and I feel the warmth of your generosity all the way to my toes. But, never underestimate the magic, hope and sustenance of what you write. I still go back and re-read your piece about the value of the life of a tree. It touchs me deeply. So, that said, your beautiful words will chime in my heart everytime I write a poem. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear friend.
Hugs to you girlfriend!
Amy: I'm getting caught up on some of your poetry I have missed. I enjoyed reading this. I love the extended metaphor of the jigsaw puzzle you use throughout this poem. Great comparison to use. Life and some of our relationships are jigsaw puzzles we must painstakingly put together. And, then when they are finally put together, was it worth it all? Like the others, I have to read your poems several times. The words you weave together to form this metaphor are unique. Not many here on hub pages writes on the level you do. It is refreshing to read your poetry. Mine is drivel compared to yours. Thank you for your profound words.
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As I read your extraordinary comment, Suzette, I am struck by, not only your "on the bulleye" analysis, but your question "was it worth it all?" Your words made me stop, take a deep breath, and think about the banality of what drives me to distraction, occupies most of my thoughts to the exclusion of writing as of late and consumes my waking moments. Lately, Suzette, it seems everyone in my life needs more than I have to give. All of my time is given, to the exclusion of the things I need or want to do, wiped obsolete to the needs of everyone else. And though those things are important, at the moment, I feel used up by 'drivel.' I suppose everyone must deal with what feels obligatory at times, but when I think back, it seems I have always been consumed by other's needs...as if my life is only here for service and that everyone in my life has a life that is worth more than my own. Sometimes, I wish I could run away, but then, my conscience would never let me sleep peacefully again. And, then, what would inspire me to write?
As you can see, Suzette, there is nothing you write, not even a comment, that is drivel to me. Thank you, my friend, for your profound thoughts and words.
Amy: you are sweet, my dear. Well, I know just how your feel. And you are describing what I have been experiencing. And, that is why I had to stop tonight and get caught up on some of your poetry which is so inspiring. Sometimes I can be very cynical about life, Amy and hence the comment is it all worth it? I, too, am stretched beyond my limit sometimes - I now the feeling - everyone needs me at the same time. That's why I have loved your poetry. You express the exact experiences I go through although you say it and get it out in a more creative way than I can. That is why I admire you so much. You can choose the exact, searing word or beautiful word that you need to convey your ideas and thoughts. Thanks for the compliments, Amy, but really, right back at you!
And, Amy, have a Happy Easter!
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I have grown to feel close to you, Suzette, hence, taking the liberty of freely expressing my diatribe on stress. Thank you for being so kind and understanding. For the most part, I try to contain my cynicism by adopting a pragmatic view of things. Otherwise, I'd be a raving lunatic! Of course, that might cut down on the clamoring that drives me over the edge...LOL
Have a wonderful, relaxing Easter, Suzette.
Well worthy of a new comment. It is great to see you are still here and still writing. I had wondered if you would be as you had so much going on when last we shared comments. You are a survivor still, and I suspect you always will be. Three cheers!
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It's almost 2 a.m. here in St. Louis, after just returning from a quick walk with my dog. I walked past the snow shovel waiting by the front door for the 'storm to beat all' to step outside to relatively mild weather and nary a sign of a snowflake. Within the periphery of my cynicism, I can't help but wonder if the 'flurry' of alarm stirred by the relentless, ominous news reports isn't the latest marketing tool responsible for the panic that sent 'everyone and their brother' to the grocery and hardware stores today! Possibly another piece in the puzzle, as nothing in the world seems as it appears, especially the news.
It has been a long time since I've written anything new, Perspycacious, as too many things still pull me in too many directions too much of the time. Life has it's own cadence. Many times I've felt dragged unwillingly, along for the ride, with my only choices being to hold on tight or fly off into space. Someday, maybe, I'll learn when to let go of the reins...to laugh more and analyze less. But, honestly...probably not. Hanging on for dear life is what makes me a survivor. Thank you for your stellar comment, my friend. It's always good to hear from you.
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