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Just For Fun

I’ve given up on perfection – it’s
just not me; without saying, also
given up on trying to be perfectly
imperfect – really the same

every now and then tried
but beyond my control
managed to get something
right

not in the definitive sense
(whatever that is) of right
vs wrong...but occasionally,
by sheer luck, following a 
method that seemed to work -- 
right or wrong farthest thing
from my mind

truth be told, most things that
work, really do not work for
the reasons we believe – future 
scientific discovery, can make
lame any intellectual ego

So, only certain that this poem
is not perfect, nor perfectly
imperfect – which leads me
to, whether I am beginning
or have begun?~ not to exclude,
doing or done?~ I will then 
conclude, perhaps every poem is a
won, when having been written

just for fun!?

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Beej Simrov

Date: 3/23/2025 2:19:00 PM

I think I know the feeling you felt and thoughts you had when you wrote this, which is how well you wrote it...rules only work in retrospect, very thoughtful and introspective poem, thanks :)

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/24/2025 11:19:00 AM

Exactly...they work when they work. Thank you, BJ. Blessings my friend.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/19/2025 5:50:00 AM

Hello Joe, This one made me smile and wry, effortless, and dancing on the edge of its own logic. You’ve got a way of making deep thoughts feel like a casual shrug, and that’s a gift. Maybe perfection’s overrated, but this poem? It lands just right. Fun indeed! Spring Blessings, my Friend, Daniel

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/20/2025 6:02:00 AM

Thank you, Daniel; smiles are good...what the heck, Just For Fun. Blessings my friend!

Maria Williams

Date: 3/19/2025 5:29:00 AM

Dear Joe,your poem is like the ultimate existential juggling act — perfectly imperfect and delightfully self-aware! It takes the pressure off perfection, and instead, dances in the beautiful chaos of trying, failing, and sometimes stumbling upon something that just works. So well written ...Hugs

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/20/2025 6:03:00 AM

Thank you, Maria; we take ourselves too seriously maybe, too often; I mean, God made comedians also. Thank you, my friend.

Valsa George

Date: 3/19/2025 3:40:00 AM

"On earth the broken arcs and in Heaven the perfect rounds." - If we believe in Robert Browning, we will never strive for perfection. However, your poem is perfect in an imperfect way. Just fun, dear Joe.

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/20/2025 6:05:00 AM

That is beautiful! Browning deserves the honor of being a great poet. Love that! Thank you, Valsa!