This is right up my alley with its musings. Everyday I wonder about how life once was and wish I could travel back thriugg time. I espe like: "Cobbled into being through the mind andheart, scrabbled from the ebb and flow of dregs".:-)
I like the realist tone of this piece, Nicely done!
Someone remains to bring it back or a better version of what once was. That is a sign of hope. I like the last stanza the best about questioning the "jigsaw of material" and living eternal somewhere. Nice breaking this up into seven-lined stanzas to stay in the spirit of the Chaucerian stanza.
Yes, not really what you wanted but as good as I could provide.
I think we need our fantasy to imagine the life and our roots from the landscape and soil
Where does our history lie? Within that old photographic journal in sepia tones? That crumbling marriage license of great grandparents? 'neath the cemetery stone where generations lie?A good write that causes me to contemplate these questions. And, after all, that's the mark of a good writer when the reader connects and somehow moves beyond.