Pieces of me are scattered around,
jumbled on the mind like a puzzle strown across a hardwood floor on a cold winter night…
everyone gathers to piece it together,
everyone grabs a piece and they know exactly where it goes,
everyone sees the end result and how to get there and how beautiful it will be when it’s complete.
Pieces of me I don’t recognize,
like the tiny circular glass left across the road when two cars have collided,
the glass merges all into one heap of unknowing,
the beginning of one car is lost in the ending of another, take a broom and sweep it all away and then it’s gone,
no more pieces.
Pieces of me torn out and handed to you,
just to see what you’ll do,
just to see if you care,
just to see if you stole a piece and want to put it back,
just to give it to you…
Pieces of me all tattered and torn,
ripped wide open like the sky after a storm and a rainbow dares to show itself to the world and scream to be seen and laugh at the dark clouds on either side because there,
there in the middle,
there in the spot that was ripped open,
there is a piece of hope.
Pieces of me,
numbered,
waiting,
hoping.
Pieces of me tossed into the air like confetti at a celebration,
sparkling and shimmering and floating gently down to the soft ground making a beautiful pattern as they land…
.
.
.
I offer this for the “One Shot Wednesday” event at One Stop Poetry, which each week invites poets to share and read each other’s work. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and every Wednesday for links to the many contributors’ poems. As well as Jingle Poetry Potluck, and Thursday’s Poet Rally… explore the wonderful world of poetry waiting for you.
“there is a piece of hope.”
i think your ability to always have hope… to never give up or give in… that, to me, is the essence of your strength. this is beautiful, b. i love you. *hugs full of hope*
Thanks Dani — I often wonder if hope is just obsolete… great in theory but difficult to hold on to.
Hmmm… pondering another poemy post maybe. 😉
There is a mouthful here that is said and left unsaid. Touching
tender feeling. Antonia Baranov
Thank you so much for visiting and commenting… I was hoping there were many words left unsaid, to spark a conversation for another day.
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Love, love the part “pieces of me I don’t recognize.” Man I have had that feeling. Beautifully done.
Thank you very much… it means so much to have people read here and comment and think.
Glad you stopped by and hope you will return, now… I’m running off to visit your blog!
“Pieces of me I don’t recognize.” Love this, Becky. Simply beautiful. ❤
Thank. You. Writerwoman.
❤ 🙂
I love the ending…very nice poem
Thank you for coming here and taking the time to comment. Thanks for pointing out the ending… we all need the hope of a happy continuation, right?
I love this, Becky! So descriptive of how we human beings feel sometimes. Such mind-body images!
Awww – thank you Beth!
I love love love seeing you here — the only thing better would be seeing you in person… in Paris! 😉
this line: “the glass merges all into one heap of unknowing,”
combined with the last two lines are perfectly laid out. They say so much. Well written Becky.
Thanks Lance — this comment means so much to me. I truly appreciate you being here!
love this, pieces of you are alive and very active.
dancing and colorful words.
you rock.
🙂
Happy Rally.
Big smile Jingle! Thank you — can’t wait to dive in to this weeks poems!
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we hope
we wish
we offer
we give
we get
we believe
and the pieces
connect again
believe it !
your strength
and your love
will guide you
and hope
will change
and become fact :~)
beautiful pieces of you
shining in the stream
“… and hope will change and become fact.”
That. Is. Beautiful.
Thank you for being here June — you are such a gift to everyone.
I can relate, we just have to know that no matter what, we are still beautiful.
Yes — that’s true, we all hold our own beauty… but it looks the best when it’s reflected on others.
this is so beautiful, your words never fail to reach into places that I forget exist. thank you for once again reaching in, sharing your beauty, your strength, your capacity to see. I adore you.
Big smile Liz.
You. Me. Love.
smiles. pieces of you making a beautiful picture as they land…very nice joy ful write…
Thank you so much for such kind words — I’m so glad you came here and I hope to see you back!
beautiful piece, beautiful you. Miss you…
Thank you Lisa.
I’m always lurking…
I wonder, why can’t human just recognize themselves rather what others see?
“everyone grabs a piece and they know exactly where it goes,
everyone sees the end result and how to get there and how beautiful it will be when it’s complete.”
Ah, this poem really makes me wondering. 🙂
Great poem!
http://dhitermination.wordpress.com/2011/02/21/hows-the-sky-out-there/
Yes. We should listen to our (hopefully encouraging) inner voices more and our friends voices more — the ones who really love us, messy and all.
Thank you for stopping by! Looking forward to reading your blog!
Beautiful, beautiful imagery.
A pleasure to read.
Loved it.
Thank you Thank you Thank you!!
The imagery and rhythm are wonderful and it rouses the emotions and plays around with it. It’s an amazing poem. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment!
And such a wonderful comment that leaves a big smile on my face — thank you.
Fantastic bringing together of the ideas, a truly great write!
Oh yeh, love your pieces !!
Thank you for stopping by!
Dear Becky
This one is a great work.. I like the way you have internalised your inner feelings and then brought it out for the world to see…. I specially loved your line…
‘the glass merges all into one heap of unknowing,’
Very beautiful.
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-tanka-and-search-for-being.html
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Thank you so much for such a lovely comment — I feel truly honored to
have you and others take the time to come here and read.
Thanks for your encouragement, running off to visit your blog!
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“a piece of hope’ that’s one of the most important pieces I think.
Wonderful poem, Becky, love it (as I do all your writing)! 🙂
Thank you so much Estrella — I have so much hope!
Love this, Becky. So glad to see you back.
You’re missed.
Thanks Julie — I’ve missed your blog but saw you had a new one up today (I think)
Thanks for being here!
I like this.
I like it’s loose nature almost like free flow writing.
Very organic, (perhaps not the best word to use. lol)
Thank you for this… I think your choice of words is perfect. I love the idea of these being free-flow writing because that is exactly how it feels writing. The poetry never gets edited, what comes out when I get a thought is what gets published. The prose/essays ate different… I mull over them for way too long!
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Becky this is cool… to come again and be touched by your words… in a completely different way
the imagery is just sublime…
the paintings you have painted… beautiful and dark
with fear and hope
we are sooo much to soo many and sometimes
it does seem not enough for ourselves..
thank you for sharing your journey with us
♥♪♫♫♪♥
Thank you Luna. I felt very strongly about trying to say something about this event and about how we all seem to be in “that” place at somepoint in our lives.
Thank you for your words, they always always always make me think and smile.
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super visual imagery.
😉
Thank you so much!
Love seeing you here.