broken black charred fragment
fits in the palm of my hand
imperfect and ugly
but for your glints of sparkling mystery
made of the stuff of stars
rock of interstellar dust
so easily missed by passers by
unassuming and secretly foreign
cold hard edges are all that remain
of your spectacular fiery entrance
to one insignificant orbiting body
that just managed to populate itself
i look at your imperfections
and know we share the same dust
only you exemplify our origins explicitly
and reveal our flaws blatantly
thank you alien metallic visitor
for your shining example
i can blaze triumphantly to crushing defeats
and wear my flaws like stardust
Comforting to be at home
Comforting to be at home with our flaws isn't it? To find your self examining this foreign substance from the far universe and gaining such acceptance of it's perfect imperfection and be like that yourself, is just wonderful. You have a gift for words and like your poem very much.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
your words are too kind, and
your words are too kind, and i have to admit most days it's more of a work in progress. this is the goal i strive toward.