The sadness of perfecțion
slips out of the unconscious.
Becomes deep atonal overtones
when the angular lines of the fingers
tickle the white
of the pounded keys
and mangle the last love story
on the black of the piano.
Notwithstanding the evidence,
this feeling remains
the same metaphysical
state of imperfection
while searching for
consciousness and holiness
in asceticism.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Very deep and profound thoughts. I translate this feeling of perfection with a sense of having the urge to seek more and to learn more. Working towards and seeking and unaccomplished work. So good to read you today. Thanks for sharing Marieta.
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A refined poetic imagination, Marieta. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.