Writing Challenge #28
 

SORRY GUYS!!! I was a little... occupied last weekend ... and so I'm cheating with an unoriginal idea of an original picture ...


Your Challenge: Write using any style you choose, with the below picture as your inspiration:








May the muse treat you well...

Jigsaw reverie
Maybe one day
everything will click into places
until then
puzzled and broken faces
and fractured skies on carpet or hung
on walls by vapour trails
braille of the sky
that no-one can read
save Atlus
and he hardly has a hand to spare
But does he care?
Misty frames and window pains
and bellicose carpet fibres
cycling through my flip card bored
hoard for memories that aren't of
cigaromantic hazes.

The puzzle of life
seems the hardest one to me
but I will survive

two pieces of puzzle
met in a road
wouldn't you know it,
THEY FIT!

a perfect match oh yes
but something was missing
you still need all your friends
i guess.

Terror Alert Level Raised to "Fusia"
Chicken Little Sought for Questioning

Telephones were ringing off the hook Thursday at the Entendreville emergency response unit, and the emergency workers were powerless to respond. It all started at 4:15 in the afternoon. Witnesses claim that, just before the catastrophe, one Chicken Little was prophesizing doom...again! One witness had this to say: "Yeah, I was just washing the car, when I see this little baby chicken running down the street, yelling that the sky was falling. The first thing I thought was wow, a talking chicken. But then, the sky really did break apart into hundreds of pieces."

Soon after the sky broke apart, reality itself started to break apart too. "So, there I was, washing my car, and the damned thing broke in two! All of a sudden, one half disappeared, and was replaced by the top section of some lady. She looked at me, I looked at her, then one of us screamed like a little schoolgirl."

Due to the shifting of space and time, navigation of Entendreville has become almost impossible. It took this reporter over eight hours to find the editor to turn in this report, and he was just in the next office! My epic journey took me through a moonlit garden, past the left foot of the sphinx, and under the golden gate bridge. Then, I won't even describe my trip to the bathroom!

Several hours later, reality started to right itself again. Various reports have placed the time of repair to somewhere between 8:00 and 9:00 pm. Normally, this reporter wouldn't quote himself as a witness, but I have to know if anyone else noticed the following phenomenon. As pieces of reality around me started to fit back together, I caught a glimpse of a giant hand. The hand was very dirty, and smelled like cookies.

All is well once again in the town of Entendreville, though. Emergency workers report no casualities from the odd circumstances of Thursday night. Congress has now declared that $1.2 billion dollars will be put into research to ensure that this never happens again.

so alike and yet still not the same
light fills one so darkness hides
a glance of illusion hints of a fit
that all too soon really is a miss
pieces left instead to play a game
in which another found not the same
a bridge to make across the space
and pieces changed to something new

Twisting, turning, not quite right,
She can't give up without a fight.

Determined stare, the raise of a brow,
oooh, she just figured out how...

What the fuhh??? How the hell?
Through the one piece she just fell.

Where'd she go? Will she be back?
My knowledge of this, does so lack...

So I shrug, but then I spy,
how they fit from the corner of my eye...

And so I put them correctly together,
and think smugly that I'm so clever -

however, I'm not so smart at all,
just like she, I was the next to fall!

Those that look with just their eyes
See two pieces not quite joined
I see space, broken by the shapes
That hold the sky in each
They reach,but cannot touch
Incomplete without the other
Empty space comes between them
Shrinking over time
Until the time comes
When touching completes the sky
When joining completes the path

(disclaimer) (written post poem) I have no personal experience with this, and it just popped into my head.. so excuse me if it doesn't make sense (/disclaimer)

I walk through my life and find odds and ends.
each unique and all valuable.
Hours spent teeming over lost menaings,
years lost in seconds.
I run through the maze of my mind,
looking for nooks and crannies.
with the wild hopes that someday,
Ill be able to make sense of the chaos.

A day in the rain laughing with friends,
fading into a long slumber with no rest.
Endless hours on the phone,
reduced to white noise of a conversation long gone.
Tender feelings of lovers shared,
rememberd only by restless, numb limbs.
Tastes beyond comprehension,
droned out by these bland concoctions.

As I sit in my gentle scream... drugged to oblivion,
mentally grasping for the meaning of my lost life,
and find only random pieces as I wait for darkness to come.

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Friends don't let friends drive drunk
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Great stuff everyone ... and Silver tiger - this place is to write what comes to mind... however it comes :)

These Two, but a part
fit together as a start
a hundred pieces make the art
analogy for life
Only two seems not enough
as if a diamond in the rough
tarnished silver waiting buff
analogy for life

A particularly good collection i reckon. Jigsaw inspiration rocks!

The pieces of my life look similiar
they do not fit
They are close and would probably go unnoticed
they do not fit
Others would not notice nor care
they do not fit
As hard as I tryto get them together
they do not fit
I will continue you to put the puzzle
they do not fit

Nice, Scoty! I like the imagery, the point that everyone else may think that all is well and whole, but there are in fact millions of tiny cracks in our lives.