Tuesday, July 8, 2014


i stop seeking
perfection in
the delicacy of
fragments on
the shoreline 

it is freedom to
surrender the 
(futile) mending of
the fractured 

and instead to
feel with 
my feet the
sharp edges  of
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

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!


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