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Random thoughts about seeking perfection too hard and forgetting the good

Better

 

She loves me

She loves me not

Been on this ground

For years

Sometimes cold

Sometimes hot

Through the tears

Of things we found

 

Without a thought

In dead of night

In silent sleep

As dreams take flight

The touch I sought

 

In light of day

You push away

And pull me back

Sometimes fickle

Sometimes tender

My pride surrenders

Rent by your sickle

My emotions stack

Here I stay

Through the fray

 

Beauty is Truth

Truth is beauty

So Keats states

We seek perfection

We chase too hard

Find only a shard

Strangling fates

 

Exhausted

By the chase

We forget the now

We forget how

We’ve gotten this far

See only the scars

Of what we faced

 

I take a breath

And still my mind

Placid I find

We shouldn’t fret

Making our minds

Our virtual debtor

Perfect is good

But misunderstood

Sometimes practice

Just makes better

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Sounds like relationships galore. The flow is very musical. And it fits so beautifully that way. Like a ballet of a man and woman racing across the stage with allegros to describe the struggle for perfection that is never reached. I love how the poem is not perfect but beautiful and a complement of the subject at hand--much like relationships. I have written about this rockiness myself. I think that is why it appeals to me. But yes, over time, the practice does make perfect. Remember the good will bring the partners closer together, and I love that light at the end of this poetic tunnel.

[IComeAnon]

Excellent work on this poem. The rhyming scheme is very original. The meter seems a little off in places but it works in the poems favor beautifully.

[Dream Weaver]

Loved the rhyming scheme here...
Fantastic write definetly heartfelt...

[Liza]

this was amazing
i liked that you used the sign of infinity as your image
shows that nothing is ever over
that life is a cycle
of practice
to love is to enjoy
not to get to...