Mylah Ferrer

What Price Perfection? - Poem by Mylah Ferrer

When Monalisa flashes that strange knowing smile,
Not one but her creator shares the sad secret in
the ghost of a touch, the shadowed look, the glimpse.
What price perfection?

When Mayon angrily spits fire and molten rock,
Unforgivingly devouring all in path
Shaping the landscape at cost of lives and homes.
What price perfection?

As a fine grain of sand on a white stretch of beach
brings incensed crowds of hungry summer revelers,
Feeding, gorging, indulging, ravaging, wasting.
What price perfection?

Who in holiness has spoken life's poignant truths
Like a ray of light shining on untrodden paths
But fraily falling on deaf ears and muted tougues?
What price perfection?

How love's rapture enjoins lonely souls to flourish
Yet in its intensity, deathly silence thunders
Boring my soul with that pained look in your eyes.
What price perfection?

Comments about What Price Perfection? by Mylah Ferrer

  • (8/22/2012 4:48:00 AM)

    Fine poem that provokes thought, well written, just one small point, wouldn`t Mona Lisa or La Gioconda be the
    better use of language? - Good work.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

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