Mr. Man is a Jigsaw

Jessica Taft
Author: Jessica Taft
Word Count: 59
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Mr. Man walks into a bar.
He gratefully accepts the glass of friends
That wash over him.

For it’s the people who truly know him
Who help him realize who He is.
Only with them can he be Himself.

That which shatters him defines Him
He only knows himself in fragments
Yet only the whole ever makes sense.

Mr. Man is a Jigsaw

Mr. Man is a Jigsaw belongs to the following groups:

All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and Melbourne & Victoria
  • sharrukina malek

    sharrukina malek, 5 months ago

    sounds like everyone’s life. your friends can make or break you with all the secrets they know about you. wink wink

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to sharrukina malek’s comment, 5 months ago

    haha so true, friend secrets should come with insurance policies :P

  • KEITH  R. WILLIAMS

    KEITH R. WILL..., 5 months ago

    very nice

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to KEITH R. WILLIAMS’s comment, 5 months ago

    thank you keith :)

  • sharrukina malek

    sharrukina malek, 5 months ago

    i agree…..how much should we charge insurance jess?

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to sharrukina malek’s comment, 5 months ago

    a thousand dollars!

  • kwilburn

    kwilburn, 3 months ago

    beautifully written ending lines:
    “He only knows himself in fragments
    Yet only the whole ever makes sense.”
    a pleasure to read.

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to kwilburn’s comment, 3 months ago

    Thanks for the lovely comment kwilburn, I’m glad you liked it:))

  • LisaG

    LisaG, 3 months ago

    Excellent writing…I totally relate to Mr. Man….

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to LisaG’s comment, 3 months ago

    I love that you can relate personally, thanks for reading my work:))

  • photogurrl

    photogurrl, 3 months ago

    Nicely done!

  • biddlio

    biddlio, 3 months ago

    I really like this one… right up to the last line. That last line just seems all backwards to me. Of course, it’s just my opinion, but that he knows only the fragments mean that they are that possibly CAN make sense. And the second stanza seems to say that his friends help him understand those fragments. Just my opinion, o’ course…. All in all, very nicely written.

  • Paul Rees-Jones

    Paul Rees-Jones, 3 months ago

    Well written, Maybe I am Mr Man…oh I think many of us are…lol.
    Nice piece.

    : { )}

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to photogurrl’s comment, 3 months ago

    thank you :)

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to biddlio’s comment, 3 months ago

    Thanks biddlio:) I wanted the last line to be backwards and a bit ironic, to capture how we understand parts of ourselves. But understanding ourselves holistically is so hard, and is a whole different level of self awareness that may not be attainable. Thank you for reading and engaging with my work, it helps me a lot :))

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to Paul Rees-Jones’s comment, 3 months ago

    Thanks so much Paul, I am so happy that you can relate personally :))

  • write

    write, 2 months ago

    Great stuff!

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to write’s comment, 2 months ago

    thanks!

  • sweetmiseryxx

    sweetmiseryxx, 2 months ago

    I love the title and the first stanza
    the second line and third flow really well.
    but I feel like theres a line missing somewhere
    not sure where

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to sweetmiseryxx’s comment, 2 months ago

    thanks so much for reading and commenting, Ill have a think about that missing line. Cheers!

  • abdelouhed

    abdelouhed, 2 months ago

    hi

  • girlinthestars

    girlinthestars, 10 days ago

    another wonderful piece. great subject.

  • Jessica Taft

    Jessica Taft in reply to girlinthestars’s comment, 10 days ago

    thank you for all your supportive comments:)

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