Poem: Fragments Make the Whole

Fragments Make the Whole

Fragments of paper are pulled out of the drawer,
torn envelopes, faded yellow note cards,
lined school paper, legal pad pages, each

with a few ragged lines of verse,
snippets of almost poems,
stillborn over a decade,

never quite completed,
yet never quite abandoned,
and at times, like tonight,

brought out and read,
each short line bringing to mind
memories, brief flashes,

like in a movie full of flashbacks
where all the little snapshots flash
to give a picture

of the now you were becoming
for all those years.

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The picture is of the ceiling in the lobby of the Bellagio, in Las Vegas. They are glass flowers. You can click on it to see a larger version.

Tom