Puzzles are puzzling, don't you agree?
Edges and notches and colors all free
About on a table or worse on the floor
A puzzle that's puzzling is all but a bore

Each piece of the jigsaw knows well its own place
But she who can't find it must bear the disgrace
Of placing each wrongly the first go around
For all four sides matching's not easily found

She'll keep her chin up! The options are plenty
If not here then somewhere the foot will fit gently
She'll cherish the glee of a newfound companion
She rebuilds anew a view of the Grand Canyon

Hours will pass through laborious days
Sifting and sorting through myriad ways
Corners and cutouts of crevasses brown
Making sweet music with each note laid down

Staring and wondering what's left to think
Knowing the pile continues to shrink
Soon there'll be nothing left to discover
As the Earth's Wonder replaces her lover

This one was chosen to heal a sad heart
She was alone and in need of a start
Puzzles are puzzling, peculiar old things
She picked up the pieces, despite the gold rings