poems written on the fly

500 pieces

In bad poetry, poem, poetry, seb on 11 March 2008 at 7:36 am

sometimes
life becomes
a puzzle
but you know
that all the
colored
cardboard
pieces
you hold in your hand
will never be enough
to finish it
Yet
bravely
you set them down
hoping
you can guess
the final image
anyway

EL SEBBO