In trying to put together the puzzle that is my life
Sometimes I attack the borders first
Giving myself a frame to look out of ~
Sometimes I start in the corner
And try to work my way to the other side ~
Sometimes I go by colour
Painting my world a rosy shade ~
Sometimes I start in the middle of things
Circling, meandering, trying to find my way.
Sometimes — I look out of my frame to beauty;
Sometimes — I find the other side and find it wanting;
Sometimes — life is rosy, and this is where I want to stay
But most of the time, I circle, I meander, I keep trying
To make sense of the puzzle that is my life.

Two poems down, 28 to go.

Published in: on April 2, 2014 at 1:01 pm  Comments (32)