Jigsaws Of The World

by Ben Pickard   Jul 28, 2016

A little jigsaw gave me pause

Which normally would never draw

My eyes but this one held my glare

For there were no more pieces spare


How could the world be conjured thus -

Complete and with the smallest fuss -

By children and their child's hands,

With love and thriving, vibrant lands?


Each piece is placed with care and glee

from those who do seek desperately

to see the final picture gleam;

from innocence, we see our dreams

I will attempt to make this right

And build my dreams from dregs tonight

We must sit down and face the rain -

Build jigsaws of our world again.




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  • 1 year ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    Really like this poem and the view on life it gives.... life is a bit of a jigsaw isnt it?! :-) lol.

    Very well written :-)

  • 1 year ago

    by BlueJay

    Personally some of the rhythm here feels too forced, there's just a sense of disconnect between some of the ideas and what is actually said. However, I made sure to preface this with personally, because that could merely come from my connotations and interpretations.

    I enjoy how you made this write personal and yet still so open to interpretations. The unique perspective you show here really adds a nice dimension and a clear voice that defines you as a writer (at least in my eyes) and I love pieces that are so great at capturing that.

    Anyway, awesome write. Very interestingly penned.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you for your thoughts - greatly appreciated.

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautifully written, Wonderful flow and unusual but brilliant view of the world. Another outstanding poem. Milly x

  • 1 year ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    *I will attempt

    Wonderful and inspirational piece, great job Sir L!


  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Just beautiful! A lot of thought to pause over neatly tied in this lovely poem. Well done Sir L-