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The Image Of Perfection (Sonnet)

Rating: 5.0

A day of balmy, vast, blue, cloudless sky,
and I, a traveler, sitting in my car,
survey the world stretched out before my eye
with time to journey to where wishes are,

the power harnessed underneath my foot,
the highways winding anywhere I choose
to claim a dream, no matter how remote,
that springs forth from Imagination’s muse.

What destination’s worthy of my journey?
What object’s worth the effort of my quest?
Through what ideal embodiment of beauty
might I find satisfaction, and then rest?

Do such things live at all in time and space,
or reflect from some deep, interior place?

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kimberly Kastner 14 December 2006

wow that was very nice: -)

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not on poemhunter anymore 08 February 2006

another lovely offering. one of those poems that are incredibly pretty. glad to have read this, max.

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Raynette Eitel 08 February 2006

I really like this sonnet, Max. Your couplet at the end sums it up nicely. Good work. Raynette

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