on the wooden table
On the wooden table, long and narrow, I lay out the pieces—puzzle fragments,
the ones I’ll spend a lifetime assembling. How wide? How far? you ask.
As wide as fate allows, I suppose.
While I gather these precious moments, snippets of lives where I’m just a guest,
I realize the picture of my own life has always been about love.
Everything I ever cherished belonged to someone else, not me.
Yet I carry it with care, without loss, because it's crucial to remember the wind from three years ago,
when I last embraced a heart that’s no longer here.
It’s thanks to these pieces I am whole, they are me, and I am all of them.
Even in poetry, I imagine a picture, we’re all writing the same thing, but still, we run, we hurt, we avoid,
we neglect, clutching at fleeting warmth.
And there on the table, those pieces, the ones that shape your life, someone will break them apart,
reassemble, recount, and piece it all together again.
This cycle—now and forever— it never really ends, does it?
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This so reminds me of a poem by a Turkish poet Edip Cansever. He wrote about assembling things on a table related to your life. I was introduced to it in one of my writing groups and we had to write our own based on it.Â
This poem would have fitted well in that cluster of poems. "As wide as fate allows I suppose" is a great line. The I suppose at the end being almost a que sera attitude. Your second verse is so like the one I wrote about the table. I agree that once you started assembling these random pieces of a life love runs through them.Â
"It's thanks to these pieces I am whole, they are me and I am all of them." That is one super line.Â
And when those pieces are reassembled will they tell the same story? I think that involving oneself as a writer in this sort of exercise leads one to the conclusion that the answer to that question is .......
Your usual very thought provoking writing. Sorry to have gone on.Â
I haven't read any of his poems, but after your comment, I will definitely fix that. Thank you so much!
And as always, a special thanks for your thoughtful analysis and for finding your own gems within my words.
When the pieces are put back together, they'll tell the same story, just in different words and actions. I truly believe we're all connected in some way.
Please never apologize for helping me see my poetry through your eyes and making me feel something new. Thank you!
Fantastic Nika! You are such a talented writer. You have such depth and emotion in your writes, it's beautiful. M.Â
Thank you so much Matthew!
I’m trying my best, and I still have a lot to learn, but hearing such kind words is really heartwarming.