Death is Perfect

A clear blue sky lacks definition
A blank slate characterless
Beware of the one without blemish
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets
Enemies with flaws

Grace, Not Perfection

Perfection’s highly
overrated. Give me grace
to let myself live,

Denial

Image by Oleg Oprisco

In my mind, I paint

A perfect picture of us

Perfect

 

I’m in my favourite place
with a beer close at hand
the sky is clear blue
sun’s glistening on sand
The tide’s going out
there’s a warm, gentle breeze
and I can feel the sun’s warmth
on my legs and my knees

Making Sense of Perfection

To a gymnast

A sense of timing

A glory to last

Joy of executing

To a carpenter

A sense of measure

An edge of a cutter

To sharpen, a pleasure

To a student

A sense of score

Make sound judgment

Excellence to the core