A jumble of letters
splintered design
Like random notes
In a musician’s mind
Words on a page
Squandered in rhyme
Fit the concrete into sublime
Give me some sequence
Let your secrets release
The puzzle won’t be done
Till I am the last piece
I went and looked at this and realized the last line was left off. So now it is complete, 44 words. Sorry.
dVersepoetspub.com Monday’s Quadrille, (posted on Tuesday), an exact 44-word poem, excluding the title, based on one word. The word is ‘puzzle’.
I am the main puzzle I’m trying to understand as well.
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I think we each are trying to lay this puzzle… but maybe that’s the real purpose.
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Love those last two lines, Mary!
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Oh I like the way the poem moved along like the process of a puzzle. Thanks for joining in.
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