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One lined poem: puzzled portrait

You came

smartly boxed as a jig saw puzzle -

an infinite number of pieces

of a promising idea -

in my life

You became

the portrait of your self -

never finished, always moving

and forever part of me -

my wife

(Hi poets! Do you have that too: there is one phrase without a specific object and certainly without anything like an image of the final form — in this case the jig saw puzzle- and only after steadfastly trying, a poem unfolds. Sure, I am no Mozart, if the myths of Mozart are the truth.)

Note: I tried to edit the text of the first half without any reminiscence of a shape, the second half ……

And by now I can add that the prompt is inspiring. Thank you, Anita.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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