Jigsaw Pieces
Memories
They've started to spill out
I remember bits and pieces.
Puzzle pieces
Spilling from the box.
Fear hiding in twilights' shadows
I see them in black and white.
Jig saw pieces.
I hear snippets.
The day is done
Gone the sun
Trying to fit the pieces together.
Memories
They've started to spill out
I remember bits and pieces.
Puzzle pieces
Spilling from the box.
Fear hiding in twilights' shadows
I see them in black and white.
Jig saw pieces.
I hear snippets.
The day is done
Gone the sun
Trying to fit the pieces together.
What do you do
when fear is killing you?
More pieces spilling
onto the table.
The day is done
Gone the sun
Twilight memories
I remember singing taps.
The day is done
Gone the sun..
Leaving through the door
Running towards the light.
Scattered pieces.
Jigsaw pieces
in black and white.
*I found the picture on Every Day Poems facebook page. It is a picture prompt with the hope you will find a poem.
Thank you so much for sharing this site. I absolutely love it. I plan on using the photos and ideas this week with my creative writing students as I teach mini lessons on writing poetry. I've also been writing my own http://deb-day.blogspot.com/2012/01/wings-to-world.html
ReplyDeleteYour poetry today is haunting...a puzzle of it's own. I really like the repetition of "jigsaw" pieces. The little snippets of memory really made me think and try to put together the pieces. In the end, I just enjoyed it.
I think I'm going to have to try this picture site. Your picture, and poem, is haunting. Love that line "puzzle pieces/spilling from the box" & how you carry the pieces throughout.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I had lots of fun with it.
ReplyDeleteAbout a year ago I was reading Poem Farm and she had some interesting connections. One person wrote a poem and then someone else drew a picture/photo to illustrate it. Then one person provided the art/photo and another person wrote a poem to connect with the picture. I love her sight. So many ideas.
I can see this poem being the opening to a story or chapter of a book. The picture really spoke to me.
Wow, you found an amazing poem through that photo. You had such powerful lines in your poem like, "What do you do when fear is killing you?" Memories can def. feel like jigsaw pieces at times.
ReplyDeleteWanted to say thanks for the two links. I know the first, but not the second. Terrific! More to explore!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of connecting the visual to poetry as a prompt...your poem was a lovely example of the way the one pushes your creativity to the other.
ReplyDeleteLove this idea of the picture inspiring your poetry. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous picture and gorgeous poem! Thanks for writing and sharing.
ReplyDeleteRuth, linking your poetry to a visual image was highly effective. The notion of fear hiding in twilight's shadows evokes strong memories of childhood. The images of the mind are linked strongly to the photo you used for inspiration.
ReplyDeleteWow! I really liked this poem. I liked how you broke up the word jigsaw - jig saw. I think images can be powerful tools for writing. I don't do this enough in my classroom but when I have done it the results are amazing.
ReplyDeleteI had never thought of memories like a puzzle before, but I suspect that those two ideas will twist around each other for many thoughts to come. Thank you for the inspiration.
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