Perfection (Not so flawless), Imperfection (Yet so beautiful)

Random words, just felt like writing something tonight.

     Perfection, they say, is her true name, for around her shines a flawless shield of overwhelming beauty.

     Her hair, soft and shiny, is as magnificent, and often confounded with, the sparkling rays of the sun that guards us all.

      Her glowing eyes are the sea- a fine mixture of a glorious blue and ocean green; a place where one may get lost easily.

      The structure of her umblemished face is more elegant than the features of an angel.

      And not to speak of her other various attributes of perfection.

    

     Women of all ages strive to be in her place- rare is a woman that does not dream of more beauty- but little do they know of the fire that lurks beneath the dazzling fur-coat of perfection that she wears.

     Yes...

 

     She is the incarnation of evil- within her shield of immaculate beauty hides a not so flawless perfection.

     She strives to destroy the pride in the souls that surround her, in the goal to broaden her perfection so pure, and at once so unpure... 

     Her mask of splendor blinds her victims.

     Males as well as females fall prey to her outside charms, but the fire she unleashes contradicts everything that our eyes have shown us about her.

Perfection, they say.

 

     Imperfection they call her- her abhorrent looks that illustrate her outside shell kill what struggles to emerge from within her true self.

     Unlike the one they call perfection, she wears a foul dress that incites the hate around her.

     They judge her by this dress that she wears with shame.

    

     Women of all ages are repulsed by what she is, and fear of ever encountering a fate where their physical appearance would be altered in this way. But little do they know of the sweet chant of pure angelic amiability that remains imprisonned beneath her terrible bearings.

     Oh terrible irony...

 

     She bears the inside qualities of any angel.

     Her truly flawless heart is overflowing of compassion for her surroundings.

     She strives to make this world a better place... for everyone.

     She possesses no true enemies, for she is incapable of feeling the torrid emotion of hate.

Imperfection, they say.

 

Who are we to judge what perfection and imperfection represent?

 

 

Author's Note

Although very spontanious, I had to use a thesaurus for this particular piece, and I learned a few new words. Yay.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Such an amazing, powerful work! I sensed a greater story lying underneath; perhaps it could unfold in a short story or novella when you have time. So much depth and rich colors that pour through each line and phrase... Oh, I do hope you will do more with this piece!

[Kiara]

i love the imagery and illustration you combine in the poem, the whole concept is interesting.......brilliantly written : )