The pieces of parts,
The pieces of the parts of whole pieces,
The pieces included in packages of assemblies
Along with the ready to assemble pieces,
The furniture pieces of furnished apartments
And moving pieces that move around
The pieces of puzzles that don't seem to fit,
The small pieces and the large pieces
And the little pieces within the big pieces
That go unnoticed,
Pieces that light up when you plug them in
The blank pieces of paper
We write our poetry pieces
And pieces of music on
A piece of my mind
Made up out of the pieces
That I find scattered around, piecemeal
Pieces of eight
The game pieces we move around on our game boards with,
Rolling the dice, counting our steps, going back three spaces
The bits and pieces of conversations,
Dramatic pieces espoused out loud
Time pieces punctually telling the time,
Pieces of metal, pieces of glass,
Things broken into pieces
And all those missing pieces
We always seem to be looking for
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Author Notes
This is a poem that revolves around the word 'pieces', taking off on all the tangents that are possible when considering all these pieces of our lives, the pieces laying around our rooms, our poetry pieces, the pieces we always lose and can't seem to find. It is in the end, all these little pieces that make up a life. estory
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