FLAWS IN PERFECTION
To judge perfection is to define flaws
Flaws, judged the varicoloured blight
That separates the sameness of humanity
That which makes you - YOU, and I - ME
Where what one individual calls perfection
Another views only as obvious fallibilities
Whee one sees meal, another terms toxin
For one man's meat, is another's poison
Imperfection, I believe, balances sublimity
One cannot be measured without the other
For only by faults can arete be valued
And only in failing can strength be learnt
Only in falling and from mastered faults
Can a being approach exemplariness
Perfection, a state existing only in theory
For every man is hampered by feet of clay.
Categories:
varicoloured, africa, allusion, humanity, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Relaxing at Ye Olde White Horse Inn in quaint St. George's Towne,
I enjoy another rum swizzle as I watch the crimson sun go down!
Its rays cast a blush of red on fleets of sails cruising St. George's Harbour.
The soothing hiss of waves salve my soul as they roll t'ward the shore.
A magnificent display of varicoloured clouds tint the restless sea.
I sense that the Master Artist has painted this scene exclusively for me!
The rhythmic strains of calypso music wafts across the smooth lagoon.
Soon this paradise will be caressed by the mellow rays of the moon!
I amble up Shinbone Alley to the top of Fort Victoria Hill for to see,
A final glimpse of that ancient orb as it slowly sinks beneath the sea!
I meander back down Olde Maid's Lane to the Carriage Shoppe for tea,
At a quayside table to savor my beautiful Bermuda sunset reverie!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
varicoloured, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme