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Missing Pieces

by Chris Sorrenti


all the toys I valued
as a child
long disappeared
a favorite shirt
treasured
for its unique design
reluctantly discarded

pets giving years
of companionship
forever departed
cherished friends
made along the way
relocated
falling out
never to be seen again

but here on the page
nothing’s lost
all the pieces of my life
woven together
tight as silk
in shades of
pleasure and pain

and when I too
am discarded
by this world
will others still gaze
upon this quilt?
and say
now there was a poet!

so that as I lost them
did the one
who wrote me
into his book of life
gather up
all that I’ve held dear
to be stitched
into the final product?

© 1999

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01/11/2008

Author's Note: Published in the chapbook, Twenty poems for twenty years, a tribute to Juan O'Neill, edited by John Woodsworth, Ottawa, Canada (2001). ISBN 0-9730202-2-9.

Posted on 01/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David Garner on 01/11/08 at 05:36 PM

I really like this. It does weave together and/or gets sewn together like a quilt. "will others still gaze upon this quilt? and say now there was a poet!" Wonderful lines here...

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/11/08 at 10:35 PM

...chris, the machine ate my first response...maybe it was too syrupy, this is a wonderful write, this is a tall pome, pa'dner, put my name next to yours for the 'membrance of good poets, ahahahaha peace, chaz

Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 01/12/08 at 05:18 AM

Wonderful indeed... I found stanza two particularly evocative. You ask some good questions here, and hopefully one day we will get an answer to them. Excellent work.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/12/08 at 08:45 AM

I always wanted a quilt, but hadn't found the one I like yet. This one is a keepsake :)

Posted by Alisa Js on 01/12/08 at 09:07 AM

Great questions you have presented here and gives us all pause.... thanks for sharing.. aloha to you from out here, this side of paradise.. under the swaying palms.. alisa ;-0

Posted by David R Spellman on 01/12/08 at 01:11 PM

Very well done Chris. I liked the way you present the reality of life's losses that we all experience. Also like and appreciate how you say that we can retrieve and save those once lost things of our lives by writing of them and weaving them "in shades of pleasure and pain." Good stuff!

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/14/08 at 05:38 PM

Yes, a treasure of memories.

Posted by Laura Doom on 02/01/08 at 12:03 AM

Is there a 'final product' or just a continuous work in progress? Anyway, I think you have a tapestry here :)

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/02/08 at 03:51 PM

We're all pieces in a quilt - and even as we go missing, a piece of ourselves will always be part of the mosaic that makes up the quilt. I don't think that any part of matter is ever lost. And, don't we all think the same thing about our lives? The last stanza ties it all together - it's an incredible thought to end the poem with.

Posted by Doreen Cavazza on 05/05/11 at 12:08 PM

A thought provoking and melancholy piece. I like this. Well done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/06/16 at 01:19 AM

I enjoyed this POTD! Congrats!

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