Perfect Poem Poem by Daniel McCann

I have sat for hours, tryna write the perfect poem
what is the perfect poem?
Because it is the poem I am not knowing
does it involve some kind of perfect flowing?
Between me and you I dont believe it does
people, poets may believe it should.
It could?
But could it make it perfect?
So perfect like there would be no next?
Like there could be no better?
Should it rime? Or be in a structure of a letter
sayin dear who ever?
Should I make a comparisson in the weather?
describing the superiority of the sunshine
over the rain that hasnt yet came?
As I look at the sun my magic powers have begun
taking the day to another level, playing the devil
I can make the rivers overflow, or make it snow
telling the sun what to do,
directing it north or south, all about
saying sun move to east or
mayby its best to move to west
and get hotter, hotter and hotter
I can tell the rain to come and make it wet.
But.
I havnt said anything yet
because I am finding it is blinding my eyes
speaking to the sun
as an angel tells me not to say go
but I say go bringing the rain making a rainbow
God looks out of his window
seeing
white, black, brown even red blue and yellow
every colour combining creating beautiful work
what is the perfect poem?
Its the one we paint as one to change our world.