i stop seeking
perfection in
the delicacy of
fragments on
the shoreline
it is freedom to
surrender the
(futile) mending of
the fractured
together
and instead to
feel with
my feet the
sharp edges of
breaking
in the relentless
steady coming
forth of
the surf
on the sand
and to seek
not expected shapes
(a constancy
in
form) but the inner
colors and curves
unique
to what
is made from
just one piece of
shattered
i stop seeking
perfection in
the delicacy of
fragments on
the shoreline
This poem is in response to Tweetspeak Poetry's Monday prompt. Click the link below for more original work and to listen to a great summer playlist!
http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2014/07/07/sand-shells-sea-glass-poetry-prompt-playlist/#comment-106178
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