One plus one is equal
to two
But for us it’s not
quite true,
Imperfect perfection
That’s us.
I love you
You love me too,
But for us it doesn't
end there
Life’s not that fair.
Imperfect perfection
That’s us.
Socks and Shoes
Cake and Icing
Boy and Girl
Two hearts
intertwined
Beating as one
Imperfect perfection
That’s us.
"Two totally unrelated
objects
Perfectly nestled
inside each other
A certain kind of
peace
In a chaotic world"
And yet for us,
The story doesn't end
there
Life’s not that fair.
Imperfect perfection
That’s us.
xoxo
Chido Dziva Chikwari
They say that nothing is perfect and that even the word imperfect
spells out “I’m Perfect”. Today I was left wondering if there is such a thing
as ‘just right’ or if we should seek to find the beauty in all the mess and
hold onto that. If we should seek out the perfection midst all the imperfection
and allow it like a light to shine bright in our hearts and minds because if it’s
true nothing is actually perfect. Maybe
the whole truth is that it’s truly Perfect Imperfection rather than Imperfect Perfection.
I wonder….
But yes this poem although written about the subject matter
from its own angle is also imperfect perfection. It rhymes in some bits and doesn't
in many. It has a story line that doesn't quite come together, with paragraphs
of different lengths and repeats in all the wrong places it is the very
substance of imperfection, an articulation in mangled words of my hearts
impressions.
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