Involuntary Giving Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Involuntary Giving



Autumn confirms
the less-than-perfect
as the most endearing,
as chaste reluctance
moves unnoticed to
involuntary giving.

Spring never brought
a blemish to your candid gaze,
never attached any poignancy
to a naked glance.

And summer was too much
engaged in blossoming
to know that imperfections would bring
the tenderest, most haunting of all wantings.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liza Sudina 11 November 2015

Oh! it is extremely BEAUTIFUL! and this - brings hope and light through everything! - imperfections would bring the tenderest, most haunting of all wantings.

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Charl Cilliers 11 November 2015

I am humbled, Liza! Charl

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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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