Perfection

The perfect poem is in each of us but has never been put on paper

It lingers in the heart and mind but in tongue or hand becomes vapor

Broken lines and dots are no mirror of reflection for passion's glow

Something is lost in scratching thoughts onto white paper in an ink flow

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

This reminds me of 2001 and the humanoids going ape s**t at the beginning of the movie. That monolith was just too perfect in shape, it drove the animals insane man!!

I like your writing structure. You are doing good things with this style of poetry.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it was most appreciated