Perfect

Perfect

A Poem by Jenny Davis

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Tears

 

lining the pockets

 

of the case that I fold into

 

wishing to be sent

 

someplace else.

 

No stamps nor gold

 

can get me there

 

alas

 

I walk the journey

 

without flight.

 

My legs may be wrong

 

but God will right them

 

as He leaves an imprint

 

above my mouth.

 

Whispering shhhh

 

taming my spirit

 

and drying the rain

 

from the storms

 

taking my body rocking.

 

Paying life's debts

 

with soul's money

 

adding,

 

subtracting

 

all sums of sin.

 

I am not perfect

 

came here not perfect

 

honesty

 

isn't always perfect.

 

© 2008 Jenny Davis


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of the case that I fold into
wishing to be sent
someplace else.
No stamps nor gold
can get me there

Paying life's debts
with soul's money

great metaphor and use of language here. love the tone, and you end with a strong notion "honesty isn't always perfect" how true.. honesty can be ugly. Very passionate!


Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.




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This was inspired. Really powerful write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That is so true. It isn't. Love All, Mejasha

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a humble writing that speaks powerfully.

"I am not perfect
came here not perfect
honesty
isn't always perfect."

Honesty isn't always perfect. It's recognizing areas of improvement and need that help us get to the next step. This is very sweet and I like the protection in it. *Shhhhh....*

There are some who can tame us and won't leave us when our flaws are showing.

Lovely!
Stacy


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This is brilliant. I totally understand where this write comes from. Perfect is over rated. Excellent work Jenny!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

another fantastic write. I find perfection undesirable anyway. We should all honor our flaws.


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

"Paying life's debts
with soul's money
adding,
subtracting
all sums of sin."

I love the way this speaks of life's debt, sin, being paid for by soul's money, emotional cost.

I am impressed with this piece.

Conngrats on the book.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Damn right, loving oneself despite the flaws, no one is perfect not even Oprah! haha
Honest and true write, Shelly

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Interesting write. Nothings perfect, absolutely nothing.

I am not perfect
came here not perfect

That reminds me of a moment from the stand (one of my favourite books).

Really enjoyable.


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

No, not perfect...for perfection does not exist. Honesty can often hurt, can't it?

"Paying life's debts
with soul's money"

a soulful line that I will remember a long time. Excellent poetry filled with deep emotion.




Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

HEllo Jenny I am glad that I finally 've read this one. You are such a art-making poetess...you make me believe the impossible, to feel your words. always a compulsive small masterpiece of emotion!

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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