Sunday, November 30, 2014

Tessellation



From a distance,
the pattern looks right.

Buckles go unnoticed;
rough edges smoothed over
with a Libra trowel.

Hate puzzles.

I take it apart, spread it,
shameless, for a good hard look;
see all sorts of things.

Slowly it comes together;
gaps stare expectant
in the scene like clouds.

Then you. 

End pieces tumble easy, snap,
fully interlock promises
and now.


tk/November 2014


Ronaldo Stainforth steps out of his black and white world... 





15 comments:

  1. spot on Tess! Have a great Sunday!

    ReplyDelete
  2. End pieces tumble easy, snap,
    fully interlock promises

    It looks like confusion of visuals but your take brings some semblance of order. Wonderful write Tess!

    Hank

    ReplyDelete
  3. The things we see when we really look... Sometimes wonderful, other times devastating...

    ReplyDelete
  4. Very meaningful.
    Love this esp "fully interlock promises". Really promising :)
    Clean Bowled

    ReplyDelete
  5. I love the progression of the relationship in this, the smooth parts and staccato beats.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Love how you personalized a geometric term ~ and used your birth sign too!!

    ReplyDelete
  7. What I've thought all along - life IS a jigsaw puzzle...

    ReplyDelete
  8. adore the interlocking promises... and beautifully read by Ronaldo!!

    ReplyDelete
  9. If only we could all be taken apart and put back together in the right order.

    ReplyDelete

  10. it's the Tess Cube
    it works out ok eventually

    ReplyDelete
  11. Sometimes those puzzles take time as we ponder the pieces and let them fall together.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Color, how perfect, and with this Black and White themed photo. My thoughts are bent so deep in this write of yours today! Bravo.

    ReplyDelete
  13. This is love. I know it. I recognize the pattern, Tess. Bravo, madam.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Like the tessellation with now...expressive read!

    ReplyDelete
  15. Your poem is full of surprises and an excellent take on the existential flurry of antagonistic emotions.The now I presume is irresolutey left open by choice ?

    ReplyDelete

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)