Danya Qattea


Imperfection Is My Perfection - Poem by Danya Qattea

Imperfection is my perfection,
so, therefore, wouldn't perfection be my imperfection?
My thoughts dwell on this,
until, with a sigh,
I send a dismiss,
and sink back into my lovely bliss.
But, no matter how hard I try,
my mind always wanders back to this matter of perfectness.

Perfection is imperfection.
That is where this thought should end,
but it always seems to take an unexpected bend.
This matter seems to go wherever the darer shall like it to send.

Perfection is imperfection.
It is an ever evolving revolution.
That is my final conclusion.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I guess I was just thinking about how nobody was perfect.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013



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