A Reason for Poetry

Well, what\’s to be said except that its been ages? Too long…. Far too long since I last set foot here…. Too much going on and too few sensible emotions to express I guess… In that time I did take a few moments think about why I write poetry…. What drives me to scribble and scrawl on paper? What keeps me expressing myself even when sometimes nobody\’s listening… It was quite baffling and it did take some time, but I figured it out…. Perfection… That\’s all…. Not flawlessness, but perfection…. That single look that you take at something and see perfection…. The \’just what I want\’ or \’just what i need\’ feeling that you get when you see the perfect house, perfect car, perfect woman…. Perfection… The word every poet gives his piece when asked to describe it, the word every mother uses to describe her child, flawed or not…. Not flawless…. Just Perfect…

PERFECTION

Listen,

To the gentle footsteps,

As they make their way across my heart,

A delicate flower, free spirit,

Fluttering across my being,

Nuances of emotion,

Carve themselves ever so gently onto the velvety surface,

I can see her, even when I shut my eyes,

Her dazzling smile, oh so enchanting,

Her eyes, Liquid gold floating in pools of essence,

Her skin, flawless alabaster,

Shimmering in the sunset,

A true angel, graceful swan,

Each motion, slow,

Smooth and sensuous,

Captivating in its essence,

Divinity in motion,

Her voice, soft and gentle,

Echoing the sounds of my spirit,

Soothing the strings of my heart to harmony,

Oh bliss…

Oh bliss…

Perfection…