The Puzzle Table

The Puzzle Table
At the puzzle table.

The Puzzle Table


Upon our table lies a mismatched world

of jungle animals and ocean blue

a pile of puzzle pieces to push through

a pasture where a tree stands bare and gnarled.

Last month our strategy was  on borders

each male connects with female piece in line

to create frame around this subtle shrine

where fingers slowly fulfill our orders.

How long does puzzle sit here on table?

We really do think about the end,

what worlds the next puzzle will bring to us.

Yet, everyday we piece our own fable,

we’ll sit and look for pieces we should tend,

each piece important, not superfluous.


Hello Frida I have always loved you.”

I ponder piecing together her brow

a reconstruction brought back to the now

to remember how passion bloomed and grew.

Through art I found love once waiting for me,

the brushstrokes of her hair each puzzle piece

this putting together brings me some peace

to know the whole will be something to see.

Sometimes the puzzle seems too great to solve

each connection seems stalled by the details

or sky scapes changing the faintest of hue.

Sometimes these problems will not find resolve,

a sailboat on the ocean never sails,

we will not finish with our puzzle glue.


This table a dedication to toil

the work this world requires to find answers

within the puzzle lies so many cures

the puzzle sits here, quiet and loyal.

As household activity builds and grows,

the young, the old, will stop and stand awhile

to make a connection and offer smile

a contribution towards some green meadows.

No time to wonder when it will be done

throughout a day of chores and many tasks

the puzzle table sits and waits for me.

No time to wonder if this life is fun,

throughout the day we wear so many masks,

to stop and contemplate and try to see.


My home a shrine to this puzzle table,

the many Scentsy candles lit nearby

to hold a piece in solemn prayerful try

and finish strangers faces when able.

Maybe to finish this puzzle by night,

to let the glue dry as I fall asleep,

between the cardboard cracks the glue will seep,

a frame will make this art a pleasant sight.

There will be a table dedicated

to hold a puzzle of my deep desire

when days are simply here to provide sun.

When puzzle’s closure authenticated

by glue to follow us as we retire

to dream of quiet times never undone.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

3 thoughts on “The Puzzle Table

  • March 15, 2020 at 7:23 PM

    I really enjoyed this piece Jamie. I for one do not have the patience for puzzles… it is one of my downfalls…lol..

  • March 15, 2020 at 11:02 PM

    Oh! Jamie, I really love these verses. I used to have a puzzle table set up all the time. Working on puzzles is so relaxing and rewarding. You have great phrasing here. Well done, Jamie.

  • April 2, 2020 at 5:39 AM

    I can relate to a puzzle table from my childhood. My mother often did jigsaw puzzles and they had a dedicated table. We kids could sometimes help with the puzzle. I remember a at jumping on a half completed one and scattering the pieces. That was not fun. Good job.


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