Reluctantly I select one.
Meaningless; set it down.
Bored, I ponder others.
These to the left; those up top.
Angry, I’m seeing red.
To the right with those.
Puzzled, I look up.
“It’s forming a picture.”
“Yes,” smiles the therapist.
“That’s how this works.”
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
Oh, I like this. Our hearts and minds are a puzzle, aren’t they?
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Yes, they truly are.
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Nice twist …and boy, can I relate.
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Thank you.
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you’ve word-phrased this so well; we can feel the tension and frustration building …
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Thank you.
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But only sometimes! 🙂
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Very true! I’ll leave that for another poem. 🙂
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Excellent. Very clever.
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Thank you.
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I like where you took the prompt and your use of color symbols within the puzzle as creation of an image. Nicely done.
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Thank you.
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The therapist is helping see the puzzle pieces. Sometimes I think mine are lost.
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Then we have to check the floor beneath the puzzle table. I have no metaphor for that. 🙂
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I’ve just been reading a book in which the main character visits her husband in a psychological ward where a couple is doing a jigsaw puzzle, which is one of the reasons why I love the twist in your quadrille!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Love this.. our heart and mind are something like a puzzle… one need only know where the right pieces fit in ❤
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and that can take a lot of trial and error, but well worth it. I’m glad you liked it.
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Great. 🙂 The title makes me think of this song, I hope you like it. The man is a darling, heard him live in Rome a few years ago.
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I like the part at 1:50, where he sings, “I kissed you in the hallway, then I took you straight to bed.” Then it shows a violinist who seems to be tilting his head to look disapprovingly down his nose at that behavior. 😀
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😀 😀
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Ok, ok, one more. This one is Slovenian:
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Nice. And no judgmental violinists.
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Oh this is wonderful! What a metaphor for working with a therapist. Excellent!
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Thank you!
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As a therapist, I loved reading this! You’re so right – therapy is fitting the puzzle pieces of a life together so that the client can gain insight into their life.
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Sometimes it seems so random that you don’t realize you’re making any progress. Then one day you realize that some of the pieces are starting to fit together.
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Great way to show how hard it is to picture what life is all about!
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Thank you.
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I have the same thought… life is a puzzle… but sometimes I think the worst thing would be if all the pieces fitted, maybe that would be the real end.
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Somehow, I can not imagine ever getting all the pieces together. Probably a good thing, as you say.
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Brilliant turn at the end, Maggie! Cool write! 🙂
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Thank you!
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My pleasure! 😇
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Nice take on the prompt. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome. I’m glad you liked it.
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Sometimes the pieces are hard to pick up. We have to acknowledge them to put them into place. A thought-proving piece.
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Very true. Thanks for commenting.
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From one puzzled mind to another. I can relate easily to this one, and liked that you surprised everyone with ending.
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Thank you.
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