I know just how perfection can sting...
How you might shield your eyes when you find it.
There's a certain security we find in flaws
That seems to hug tight and bind us.
When you're on the path there's certainty
A utopia waits at the end
But a great many things are highly flammable
Once a delicate hand you have lent.
For when you have nothing, you've nothing to lose
But a word on the contrary to wealth
And alone the insanity of maintaining bliss
Can do terrible things to one's health.
A contest entry
- Give Me Your Best by Tercil.
300 points, ended October 14, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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I really enjoy the even rhythm and rhyme of this piece, and you've expressed the meaning of the piece very well with your words. The last two lines in particular are excellent. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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Perfection can include finding that which it equal, like in finding a partner, where even imperfections take shape as being perfected. Like the feel this gave when reading it.
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Haha. I love this poem. Deep, but humorous.
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