In The Chaos

I rake the stony ground
of perfection with my faults
trying to rid myself of
dandelions seeding never
on the tip of my tongue.

In the chaos that’s me
I walk crooked lines;
dream bigger than my reach;
wear yellow when sorrow
arrives in its black cape.

There is so much bother
in flawless…Each moment
spent tying knots in impractical
robs daylight of tranquility.

I won’t worry myself into a corner
to live on frowns and snappish words.
I will live, laugh, love, and thrive on imperfection.


©Susie Clevenger 2015

Prompt Nights ~ Pefection

Comments

Sanaa Rizvi said…
There is something about imperfection which causes us to live life without doubt :D Love your response to the prompt! Thanks for your kind participation and wishing you safe travels :D


Lots of love,
Sanaa
January 4, 2016 at 10:57 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
It is often surprising what introspection will reveal of one's state of well-being at any given time. I especially like the images in second stanza. A thought-provoking poem.
January 4, 2016 at 10:57 AM
Sumana Roy said…
i like the image of stony ground of perfection.....there's a strange, alluring freedom in imperfection...
January 4, 2016 at 11:30 AM
Debi Swim said…
"There is so much bother
in flawless"... and then the last line... much wisdom here.
January 4, 2016 at 12:17 PM
kaykuala said…
One can try to have perfection.
But can still live with one's imperfections as long as they are tolerable.Great word craft Susie

Hank
January 5, 2016 at 12:37 AM
Sreeja said…
Such a great spirit....beautiful poem...!
January 5, 2016 at 2:11 AM
Nuwan S said…
lovely poem
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January 5, 2016 at 8:54 AM
De Jackson said…
Perfect advice here.
Love this:
"I won’t worry myself into a corner
to live on frowns and snappish words."
January 5, 2016 at 11:26 AM
J.N.T. said…
oh my, this was so empowering for me who is not perfect yet satisfied with my own imperfections. you are wise. definitely!
January 5, 2016 at 6:03 PM
Gillena Cox said…
Quite the reality check this write; verse three is absolutely my favourite of this poem

Much love...
January 6, 2016 at 12:08 AM
Purba chakraborty said…
So true! I totally agree with you. I would prefer to be real and imperfect than painfully perfect. Beautiful poem :)
January 6, 2016 at 11:05 AM
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