NaPoWriMo Day 21
For Read Write Poem
Today’s prompt is from Read Write Poem member Kristen McHenry:
“In ancient times, Persian rug makers were deeply religious and believed that only God could make something perfect. They would deliberately drop in a small faulty stitch, a flaw, into each Persian rug. In doing so, a ‘Persian Flaw’ revealed the rug maker’s devotion to God.” — Karel Weijand
Like many of us, I often struggle with the gremlin of perfectionism. The above quote reminds me that achieving perfection is not my prime directive in life, and that in fact, striving for perfection can be a form of hubris.
Write a poem about flaws and perfection in yourself or in nature or write about how you feel about being imperfect or perfect.
Here are some things you may want to reflect on as you write: Do flaws add beauty to the world? What does it feel like to experience perfection? What is it like to encounter flaws — in our selves, in others, in systems or in objects? As imperfect beings, are we able to adequately judge perfection?
If you’d like, you can try contrasting these both concepts in one poem or just choose the one that you feel most drawn to. There is potential for both perfection and flaws in everything on earth, so there’s no limit to to subject you use to frame your poems.
FAR EASTERN PROMISE
The counterfeit Rolex, a gift from Jakarta
His Armani suits were made in Bangkok
That timepiece cost two hundred thousand Rupiah
Those threads were a snip, at four thousand Baht
In the race for attention, he’s a non-starter
Style; kept in a box he cannot unlock
Along with his Artificial Intelligence
Bought from an ad in Exchange and Mart
He hangs on the hope of a Far Eastern promise
A mail-order bride from the Orient
He’s saving his wages to cover the postage
A few months now - he thinks - she’ll be his wife
He’s throwing his money away, to be honest
Riches; her real husband’s evil intent
He’s holding the poor girl to ransom; a hostage
Guaranteed wage for the rest of his life
He was born in a world of abject poverty
Now he can laugh all the way to the bank
The wallets of six other men hold her image
Not so ‘magnificent’ seven, for sure
“Taking the cash from these fools doesn’t bother me”
He says “One born every day, to be frank”
He grows richer, fatter, while they pay their homage
Hook line and sinker; entranced by the lure
I'm glad I still have my receipt. LOL. It almost sounds like the beginning of a Dylan song. Nice work!ReplyDelete
Thanks Mark; If you can get it...ReplyDelete
Never a truer word said in jest. Nice work (indeed), if you can get it! The jib goes on!!ReplyDelete
Well written, amusing and salutary, Stan. I like it!ReplyDelete
Somewhat poetic justice. A disturbingly imperfect marriage and, one suspects, all too common. Thanks, Stan. =) G.ReplyDelete
Andy; ... and on... and on...
Derrick; I know this girl... I'll send you a photo...
Greg; Why work for a living?
I love this verse "Not so ‘magnificent’ seven, for sure".ReplyDelete
Sad, afraid true. Well written - even with a lilt that belies the gravity and moves it into a grander level of sophistication.ReplyDelete
I appreciate your poems about a different world than I know. A lot of vivid description.ReplyDelete
The more things change.ReplyDelete
This is excellent! Great descriptions.
the case for counterfeit:ReplyDelete
it may not be the real thing
but you do get
what you deserve
Wow. Potent topic, politics took me by surprise today. Wow.ReplyDelete
(Completely enjoy poetry taking stuff like this and throwing it out there. Thank you.)
Read my take on flaws here
Stiletto; Probably more by now.
Wanda; It's a serious matter that some may think is a joke.
Poemblaze; Not exactly home territory to me.
Dan; Another day, another dollar.
Pamela; Thank you.
Briarcat; If taken by choice.
Julie; Politics, flaws - no surprise to me.
another good one Stan...thanks for sharingReplyDelete
Thanks Wayne; Do I have another 9 in me...?ReplyDelete