Flaws

You are the buzz

Of the strings

On the guitar because

I didn't hold them down.

One may cower

At the noise,

But I hear the power

Of a beautiful melody.

At least you made noise;

And for that,

I see poise,

And flawless grace.

 

You're the crayon marks

That fall outside the lines.

You embark

On an unusual journey.

One is scolded

For creating you,

But you're bold

In what you do.

I admire that

No matter what color,

Or where you're at,

You're you.

 

You're writer's block

In the most famous author.

He can't even talk.

There are no words

To describe the entity

In which he dreams of.

You don't have an identity.

You're growing, and becoming.

But you aid;

For you spark creativity

In the souls that slowly fade,

Drowsily and full of angst.

 

You're my favorite of all flaws.

You're easily looked over,

Like muddy paws

On a polished floor.

No one can really be mad.

You made your mark.

You're never bad,

Yet some shy away.

I won't.

Reviews

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

the second and fourth stanzas are just wonderful. They don't reach for rhyming words unnecessarily and have a nice flow. They are the pillars to this poem. Nicely done

[Emrick]

Humble people got no problems with flaws in people.the pride ones r the one thinkin that one should act or be like them.
Cool poem.

[Rosalind Gale]

I love the flaws in people, it is what makes them unique, mostly. Nicely written.

Rosa -x-