Photographer

Sitting down wondering what life is all about,
I take out my camera
And catch a glimpse of life from another perspective,
A tree swaying
A grasshopper jumping
A lion pouncing
I get a fragment of the earth in one frame,
Like a shattered ruler or a broken window.
Each frame captures something new,
Light changes the angle of my photo,
Weather alters the final product.
The photo will later show a glimpse,
From the future to the past,
A time capsule showing life how it was.
A fleck of paint on  a canvas,
A piece of fluff on a woolen jumper,
A poem stuck in the world's thoughts.

Jigsaw

My life is always acting as a puzzle,
A piece missing every time I try to slot the tricky shapes together.
This time there was all but one piece.
A valuable section wrenched from the bottom of my soul.
A piece of paper torn in two
A shattered window fractured at the heart
A broken home, licked by intruding flames
Engulfed in a blinding shut-eye smoke.
The missing piece was dark, and tall, taller than many pieces i knew -
A smile stretched over his puzzled face, looking for the rest of the Jigsaw.
But lust had overcome him
A Lion to a Deer,
A new puzzle filled his inquisitive mind.
My puzzle was picked from his brain and dumped in  an alleyway, forgotten and lost.
He had moved on, onto a new Jigsaw.
I writhe in pain.
Not at a missing puzzle piece, but at the absence of a part of my heart.
Lust licked its' luscious lips and beckoned the Boy with her.