Im
Per
Fec
Tion
Is not a lack of anything
It is not a missing eye
A crippled hand
A crippled mind
A void of thoughts
An inability to connect to your lover
It’s a presence of something not perfect
A socket without a gushy ball and lens
A hand with messed up fingers
A mind that cant connect the dots or color in between the lines
A mind that only thinks white
A distrust of yourself in bed
Im
Per
Fec
Tion
1 comment:
John, I don't believe that this was the assignment. Clearly you didn't understand what we were supposed to be doing. Don't you ever follow direction?
That said, I like the emotion instilled by this poem. Obviously although you didn't follow directions the end result was successful in the fact that this was and EMOTION poem. I really like the breakup of the word "imperfection" at the beginning and the end in emphasis the meaning of the word.
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