Perfection

 

Will o’ wisps of purple flames,

Butterflies with long pale wings,

Blades slice through the hot air.

 

Time slows down as my eyes focus,

Long pale wings coming into sharp sight,

As they seem to slow in their never ending dance,

Their task of pulling against the hell hot air.

 

The fan whirls away in the window

As the blankets press down below me,

The twirling of the fan above me

Lulling me into a twilight doze.

 

For a split second

All thoughts abandon my mind,

And for a split second,

Everything became clear.

 

Pupils dilate in shock and awe,

And seconds later,

Brown eyes, beautiful some say,

Close in sadness at losing perfection.

 

But understanding comes with loss,

To achieve perfection,

All other things,

Thoughts,

Memories,

Action,

Opinion,

Emotion,

Everything,

Must first be lost.

 

To find perfection,

One must be blank,

Perfection in the most simply form,

In being at peace.

Author's Note

It just came to me as I was staring at the fan in my dad's room...

Reviews

[Elemiah]

There's a lot of truth in this...it's an odd feeling to have no thoughts, even for just a moment, isn't it? It just seems like everything makes sense, but it only lasts for a moment. I drew a picture trying to capture the feeling once, calling it 'harmony'...but I think you've captured it here in words.

[*Kantola*]

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I LIKE IT! That was a beautimous poem, JESTER! TEJERZ! >:D RAHAHA! I enjoyed it. That's how most of my writing comes to me; doing something, or hearing someone say something. Then im like "GIVE ME PAPER AND PEN NOW >:"
Beautiful!

[lilain]

This just came to you? Wow, this is profound and so well said.

BTW, I love your name - Abby!

Great job - I look forward to reading more of your works.