Here we are,
like something just made;
two figures painfully carved out of hard feelings
since forgiven -
splintery, perhaps, in some still rough places,
but not unlovely for unfinished works.
In our new state we have found each other's love,
'though it was never missing...
needing only a chisel.
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Author:
Tonya Titus (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2026 12:58
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This is a marvelous poem with such a wonderful metaphor that fits it so well. It speaks with its splinters and chips rough and yet not so raw but more finished in its incompleteness lies its charm. A fave
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Read it a couple of times. A lovely poem!
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Some people have flaws and these flaws are what make them beautiful. Nobody is perfect. If anyone says they are they are lying. I enjoyed your poem very much.
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