No More.

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No longer will I be jiggled or sawn.
Don’t furrow your brow as if you don’t understand,
There is no puzzle to be found.

Forget the perfect home,
Shaping me until I fit,
No longer will I be jiggled or sawn.

No eager pieces clattering in the box,
Or spread out on the table, patient for your touch.
Don’t furrow your brow as if you don’t understand.

There’s a new picture now,
A true image that’s whole.
There is no puzzle to be found.

Linking this to the W3 challenge on the Skeptic’s Kaddish and in response to Punam’s invitation to write a cascade poem, on the theme of freedom, and to include some personification. I have to admit I struggled with this – which I feel shows in its reading. It needs more work, but I know if I don’t post it now I will miss the deadline (again).

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