Extreme[ly] Puzzling - Poem by Diane Hine
Ensconced amid a disarray,
five thousand puzzle pieces spread,
Hot summer holiday in play,
waves penetrate in infrared.
Cross-legged on the lino floor,
rapt gaze and scrabbling fingertips,
Vivaldi's gelid 'Winter' score
and ice cubes cool the mind and lips.
Uncoupled marble columns roam,
pale architraves and arches swim,
Panini's ‘Views of Modern Rome'
accretes fragmentally in rim.
Full stretch, piece misapplied, retried
in equipoise on hand and knee,
Old gathering instincts satisfied,
Shake cramping muscles, stiffened joints
find wayward pieces stuck to skin,
Perspectives change with fresh viewpoints
attenuated links begin.
This scene, Panini painted thrice,
pay homage to tenacity,
With delicate refined device
and view in view veracity.
Five thousand interlock in place,
once done, perused, dismissed, undone.
The happy life with measured pace,
It matters not, that nothing's won.
Comments about Extreme[ly] Puzzling by Diane Hine
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You