Imperfect predilection

by Leah20   Apr 24, 2009


Staring at a blank page,
a blank slate, tabula rasa.
But don't you see.
It's not blank at all
It has lines, red and blue
It has holes and cracks
It's not perfect
It was never meant to be
but it's still beautiful
And when you fill it up with all
that you want to say
It's still the same.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    Deep and mind stimulating and thought provoking, we all wish we could write perfection but we never will, another excellent and unique poem 5/5 Ray S

  • 14 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    You know I honestly feel that I know where you are coming from and though I must admit I have no certifiable expert qualifications as to literary value I know what I like. and I like this format.

  • 14 years ago

    by SmileeItsBritt

    Ooo i like this :)

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