Perfection

June evening 2 2013

I don’t believe
in perfection-
the tiniest petal
still retains a flaw-
a fissure,
a blemish,
the tracks of sun and rain.
Its heart
longing for completeness,
a closure,
a fullness
of perfect simplicity.

The meadow in late spring
filled with bright white daisies,
lavender sweet peas
pale pink honeysuckle-
a confluence of imperfect
perfection.

7 thoughts on “Perfection

  1. Imperfection and randomness are so much more interesting than perfection and symmetry.
    The lines of the poem with their ragged endings also seem to echo your words…

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