The Puzzle Is Me

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. Monday’s Quadrille, (posted on Tuesday), an exact 44-word poem, excluding the title, based on one word. The word is ‘puzzle’.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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5 Responses to The Puzzle Is Me

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    I am the main puzzle I’m trying to understand as well.


  2. I think we each are trying to lay this puzzle… but maybe that’s the real purpose.


  3. Jo-Anne Teal says:

    I really enjoyed this piece! The rhyme moves the reader along nicely to that great last line. Well done.


  4. Love those last two lines, Mary!


  5. Mish says:

    Oh I like the way the poem moved along like the process of a puzzle. Thanks for joining in.


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