Nonsense
on the M38L route, west along Geary
the bus carries the smell of grease and
fried chicken along with its passengers
I smell soiled diapers, but there are
no infants in mother's arms, only
ancient and aging with dentures that
don't seem to fit, their
mouths open and close like
classic windup teeth
chattering on your nightstand
the announcements are made in
three languages, only the
first is mine
I'm late for an appointment but
I don't know where or why
I lost my sense of direction, and
left my sense of humor
next to the bed along with clothes
discarded last night
at Park Presidio, a
young Asian woman
boards the bus and I
lose my sense of urgency
I could stare at her for hours
her, her flawless complexion, and her
perfect sense of style
ReadWritePoem Prompt: Day 21
Write a poem about flaws and perfection in yourself or in nature or write about how you feel about being imperfect or perfect.
Here are some things you may want to reflect on as you write: Do flaws add beauty to the world? What does it feel like to experience perfection? What is it like to encounter flaws — in our selves, in others, in systems or in objects? As imperfect beings, are we able to adequately judge perfection?
If you’d like, you can try contrasting these both concepts in one poem or just choose the one that you feel most drawn to. There is potential for both perfection and flaws in everything on earth, so there’s no limit to to subject you use to frame your poems.
I saw both on this bus ride yesterday - the flawed and the flawless
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I saw her once on the Staten
I saw her once on the Staten Island ferry.
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