perfect imperfection

specifically written for the contest "what happens next." although this poem could have various meanings/interpretations to whomever choses to read it.

The indomitable quest to find perfection

Is a useless search of false introspection.

He craves a companion much like his own,

Reassurance he will never again be alone.

A mirrored man he then hastily fashioned,

When the shell became life, his dream impassioned.

 

Metal became soul, iron a longed after friend,

With the mind of a boy, he now had something to defend.

To him a son, his creation became,

In the manufactured affection he felt no shame.

 

When his back was turned the child did tease,

Mimicking his father’s actions with ease.

Always working hard to acuminate,

While the robot child did emulate.

 

With glowing red eyes, many had feared him,

But he was an innocent being made on a whim.

When the day came they hunted him down,

Set fire to the metal boy, burning him to the ground.

The father cried out, cradling the chard scraps,

Feeling- with the demise of his boy- his heart collapse.

So in his determined quest to create perfection,

The scientist had found that truest love comes only with imperfection.

Reviews

[Inspiring Writer]

I think the tittle says everything what you wanna say but your words've shown and cleared all about your tittle what i says. Great write... a true writer or an author can make his/her write powerful, strong and deep by his/her efforts not by his time how much he utilized on that matter. you just dig that. you've dropped this piece and here i can see your efforts how much you'd work on this topic.

An incredible victory by this piece. Well done.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your first place win.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I greatly enjoyed this read! It reminds me of Pygmalion and the wife he carved in the Greek mythology story. I wrote of that saying:

(Nobel Pygmalion, would you prefer to build the perfect wife?
Art that is perfection by design can not by definition be imitation.
I have followed suit with the tools of my trade, my ivory and my art.
The myth is misleading, the masterpiece ruined, she hadn’t any heart!)

Well, that's what we get when we want perfection, disappointed. lol