"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, January 4, 2016

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


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,

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.

Sumana Roy said...

i like the image of stony ground of perfection.....there's a strange, alluring freedom in imperfection...

Debi Swim said...

"There is so much bother
in flawless"... and then the last line... much wisdom here.

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


sreeja harikrishnan said...

Such a great spirit....beautiful poem...!

N.s.k. warnakulasooriya said...

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De said...

Perfect advice here.
Love this:
"I won’t worry myself into a corner
to live on frowns and snappish words."

James Toma said...

oh my, this was so empowering for me who is not perfect yet satisfied with my own imperfections. you are wise. definitely!

Gillena Cox said...

Quite the reality check this write; verse three is absolutely my favourite of this poem

Much love...

purba chakraborty said...

So true! I totally agree with you. I would prefer to be real and imperfect than painfully perfect. Beautiful poem :)

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