Sometimes I feel that we're just enough,
Hanging on.
Difference falling like rain and sun.
Soaking through our sheets as we sleep.
You're the perfect poison to my antidote.
The sunlight in my desert.
Your eyes are shotguns,
And your words are triggers.
And this is why I love you.
It's a strange fit,
The wrong key that fits so perfectly,
In the wrong keyhole.
And you'll never know why.
Like the little peach,
The juices dripping off your lips in the summer light,
But it's sour,
Makes your face wrinkle with taste.
This difference is perfection.
We're bittersweet together,
And that's what makes us right.
I'm the sugar in your coffee,
And you the bitter grounds.
I'm the lemon on your fruit tray,
You, A strawberry in my hands.
But summer nights and summer days,
Are summer, summer the same.
And we are perfect.
The rain and sun together,
So different but yet still,
As the light will turn to rainbow,
This world will know perfection.
Author notes
The title of this came from a text message I got from a friend in the hospital to describe my stay there. I'm not sure if this will fit the prompt or not but....
Inspiration: "Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty."
~Holly Black, Tithe
I thought about the boy who inspires me and how we fit together like two unmatching puzzle pieces. How from our difference a miracle friendship had developed and we went from hating each other to telling each other some of our secrets, and talking frequently. It reminded me of how different things could create something so beautiful.
I'm wondering if I should re-write....
A contest entry
- Contest #3 (Quote Prompts) by VelvetWings.
1050 points, ended June 12, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - god-forsaken is beautiful too by onerios13.
750 points, ended June 22, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Too bland? Doesn't make much sense?
Comments
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Like the little peach,
The juices dripping off your lips in the summer light,
But it's sour,
Makes your face wrinkle with taste.
I enjoyed this entry for its descriptive nuances and warm tone. There were lines that sparkled like sugar and made me smile. Lines such as:
You, A strawberry in my hands.
Absolutely charming and conveyed a moving and loving picture.
Thank you for entering.
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I really like this entry. About halfway through, I felt it was a little drawn-on, though. In my opinion, the poem could have ended at line 13 and still be good as it is now, but the continuation doesn't exactly degrade from it either. It was an enjoyable read, and definitely places in the finalists list.
It kind of portrays the quote in an abstract manner; I can kind of see it along the lines that imperfection is something crippling.
Thanks for entering, and good luck!
~Sparrow
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