Paradise Refused

poem

 

 

Paradise refused

 

I dreamt I was in paradise

Where every thing was beautiful

Nothing here displeased my eyes.

I thought at first how wonderful.

 

But I grew bored and longed to see

 something which lacked perfection

This paradise did not suit me.

I voiced my consternation

 

I needed contrasts to compare

The constant beauty soon grew stale.

 I did not want to remain there

I was afraid that I would fail.

 

Lose my ability to choose

 What kind of beauty I preferred

I made my mind up to refuse

The sad boredom heaven offered.

 

Your paradise would be my hell

Total perfection’s not for me

I must have ugliness as well

a difference that I can see.

 

When I awoke I was relieved

 to see my world just as it is.

 And not the paradise conceived

 by others as a state of bliss.

 

13-Sep-08

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Reviews

[distefano 401]

nice write. i liked your perspective in this poem. you didn't complain about the world, but showed how we need variety...even if that means imperfection. i liked it.

[Emily B]

paradise conceived

there's a pair of words. The whole work was a joy. Especially for someone whose favorite flower is a weed!