nestled in the mess
of imperfection
And happy to be there, settling in finally, after all these years.
You have to know your limitations and work them
into the fabric of your life.
Pick them apart and darn them back together.
You have to go in circles to get to the center.
All of life is only ever held together by a thread anyway,
no matter how much you want to think otherwise.
It’s a trap you construct to keep yourself alive,
even if you must begin anew each day.
You do it because survival is a never-ending puzzle,
a labyrinth, a fibonacci dream,
and you are always listening
for the sound beneath the sea.
You do it because everything beautiful
is woven of dark’s lightest threads and
every negative space holds eternity.
You do it because you’re thirsty,
and even dew on the edge of a crooked-silver web
will sustain you.
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September 24th, 2015 at 10:09 am
I love the last two stanzas.
September 24th, 2015 at 12:35 pm
I love the wisdom captured in this letting go of perfection and the illusion of control. Such lovely imagery…
September 24th, 2015 at 3:34 pm
You always sound like you know exactly what you’re talking about, I choose to believe this is so.
September 28th, 2015 at 3:53 pm
I enjoyed this poem. Like the second last stanza especially…the idea of every negative space holding eternity!
September 29th, 2015 at 7:06 am
ah we can not live by dew alone though it may sustain fuss a bit, we need substance. more than the passing shadow of beauty. love how you said that. solid write kelly