Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Enemy, Defined

To people like us,
the enemy is clear:

creativity,
the flight of the feather
is weighed down
by the brick
of perfection.

It can never
be attained
by human hands,

so stop trying.

The quest for
perfection
arrests the dreams
and ambitions
and freezes them
in a cycle of review
and rewrite.

So, stop trying.

Rather,
burrow deeper within
and find the
soft
sweet
center

and then
go back there
daily,

taking everything
you see,
dipping it inside
and then
bring it out,
let it dry,
buff to a high polish,
then put it
on display.

It won’t be perfect
but it will be
yours and only yours

and you won’t be
paralyzed
or feel compelled
to make that

Big Statement,

but you’ll make
of lot of
small honest statements,

sometimes
30 days in a row.

5 comments:

  1. I feel like you're talking directly into my soul. I keep trashing everything I write. I feel paralyzed.

    I love this piece.

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  2. Damn near perfect, and that's beyond good enough for me. Thank you for this one, it came at just the right moment.

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com

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  3. i'm perfect. er, imperfect. punctuation matters! which is possibly why my poems drive Karin nuts.

    and, yes. ~

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  4. I I think this is one of the best pieces you have ever written. Feathers and bricks indeed! You can bite into many chocolates before you find that soft center. Amazing poem, B.

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  5. This is simply stellar.

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