the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them
Pieces
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the barn became a puzzle
with weather and time taking pieces
waiting for hammer and saw to replace them
great image. Personal taste: the poem works better without the last line.
Stunning perspective on crumbling old barns. One from my childhood haunts all the cousins – wooden top blown away years back by a hurricane – we’ve searched for a photo from back-when w/o success. Our memories and imaginations rule. If only hammer and saw could reconstruct our family puzzle!
Jazz, long may it delight you in your memories and imagination!
Such is life.
in deed