Random pieces of life
I try to weave them together
Into a tapestry
The picture plays in my mind
In never-ending spools
Of beautifully hued pageantry
But somehow
It just refuses to come together
Sitting there forlorn
Like a baffling, unsolved mystery

Maybe
My picture is a little distorted
Or maybe
All I got were a few warped pieces
Do I need to straighten them out
Or file their edges into shape
Did I pick the wrong bits
Maybe
They belong to another puzzle
At least, some of them,
That's why they never seem to fit...

© Manic Sylph 2016