"It's impossible to write poetry in front of the TV
Almost impossible not to write in the sun
In the woods, every breath is a poem
The words form in the sunbeams,
to those who look for them."
Today's prompt: Flaws and perfection
We search for the perfect,
And find the impossible,
Even knowing that flaws make us human.
Always needing, wanting and waiting,
That one perfect person,
Moment, place and time.
The right word to say,
The ideal outfit,
The flawless picture.
We lose ourselves
In this quest,
Unable to see the flawed around us,
How precious because of their imperfection.
That makes us human -
Ignoring the perfection we have
Already found, in a flower, a tree,
The sky and the sea,
As tides polish pebbles to a perfect shine
And petals are the ideal shape and shade.
Writing about not writing
6 days ago