Imperfect

rebmasters

Sometimes,
when I look out of the window
on the first floor
of my tiny, tin box toy house,
I wonder if the view
is just for me.
If somebody else looked out,
what would they see?

Maybe I imagine

the scene
that’s above and below my dream
like state.
Vision projected from
a mind far gone
from another’s reality.

But, although there is bountiful beauty

in what I do behold;
rolling, royal hills all dressed 
in deep sea green
with a fine mist
just brushing the tops of the peaks
in a friendly greeting
as it drifts by,
there are also imperfections;
a curling at the edge
like an antique postcard;
its message long faded.
A hint of black stealing across
the green
summer
of the too perfect scene.

There can be no perfect

without the imperfect
& accepting this fine duality,
we surrender
our senseless complicity with
a need for impossible bliss

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2021 03:16
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  • L. B. Mek

    'on the first floor
    of my tiny, tin box toy house,
    I wonder if the view
    is just for me.
    If somebody else looked out,
    what would they see?'
    'a curling at the edge
    like an antique postcard;
    its message long faded.
    A hint of black stealing across
    the green
    summer'
    (I agree as our eyes get older
    that sparkly shine of Summer's, delight
    begins to wane a little, year after year
    I fear
    still, at least we have covid, to blame
    this year, maybe even next
    it definitely tainted, last summer;
    although, once covid has been
    dealt with
    what will we have, to blame
    for this all-consuming apathetic mood
    stifling modernity
    and keeping us trapped, in this cyclical
    'age of anxiety'
    by stealing our capacity, to treasure
    those simple gifts: in our lives...)
    a wonderful concept, and a write
    with so much untapped potential
    although still, a Brilliant read
    as it is
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet
    and for inspiring my little scribbled reply



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