The Abject of Perfection
Perfection
Perfection is diverse
its worth, an opinion—
With no set absolutes
or certain dominion
Perceiving these changes
like hotter or colder,
How limited our range
thus the details molder—
Unequivocally
We don’t know hot and cold
Their absolutes we can’t see
We rationalize the scald
Or substantiate the chill
But it is opinion
Was it because you were ill
Or was it your position
Through pretentious prospects,
With no innate wisdom,
in perfection’s conquest
It equates to prison.
Even in poetry
Each day, day in, day out,
We write for potency,
Knowing the work leaves doubt
But we aren’t caged by this
This thought of perfection
How to describe a kiss
Perhaps by inflection
Do we find completion?
As she repairs his wounds
Are we in repletion
Or is there another boon?
How sensual is perfect?
The right amount of tongue?
How long ‘til it infects
And sanity is stung?
We maintain each, a voice
And who’s to say who’s right
But we were graced with choice
And that is the woeful plight.
With choice we contradict
We are contradictions
Perfectly imperfect
in grand orchestration.
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I appreciate your thoughts on this Paul, the ideals of perfection, so subjective. And who is to say, what is perfect? We, each owning our own perceptions either learned, or established in our minds to be so. A thought provoking piece, with a perfect close. 🙂 Well done, I enjoyed it.
Best,
Mel
Thank you,so much for your,thoughts Mel. Im glad you enjoyed this.
Nicely proffered Paul; I believe that perfection lies in the striving, certainly not the result, which then becomes a bone of contention: perceivable limits and opinion. Well done.
Thank you so much Tony. Being imperfect may be the only thing perfect enough to make us believe in perfection.
Ah, the search for perfection. As we all know, it swerves just outside of what we accomplish. Good thing, too. For inside perfection, there would be no more need to strive!
Tis true,my friend. Thank you so much.
Perfection is in the eyes of the imperfect who strive to be perfect, yet perfection always looms in the shadows. I believe leaving room for imperfection so I’m not chastised for leading people to think that I’m perfect, as I’m far from it. Nice play on words, perfectly placed.
Thank you so much Vincent. I am light years away from being perfect. Though the thought of it does linger. And touche on the word play.