Don't look too closely at my poems.
Don't expect perfection.
Don't measure the meter.
Don't demand realism in the details.
If the structure were sound
If the meaning were clear
If the rhyme led to an expected end
It would only be charming artifice.
My words imperfectly express
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity,hope,isolation,melancholy,oneness,perfection