Short Demarcate Poems

Traces of errors - demarcate my past mistakes - I could not erase.
While perfectionists - are gluttons for misery - hints they can't redeem,
like beaches, victims - left barren of memories - surging waves stroked clean.

I welcome the sight - of my miscalculations - to refine my trace.
Unhesitantly -  why seak perfection with one stroke!? - Far better to strive.
With pencil in hand - I raise my blunt graphite sword -  better live, than die.

by,
Martin Braun
3/25/2020...

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