I don't want to be perfect
But I want to strive for perfection.
I know there can't always be harmony
But can't we try to be harmonious?
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The Eleventh Petal
In the quiet garden of unnamed seasons, where morning light spills like honey over leaves, an eleventh petal once rose gently toward the sun— not to take the light, but to test whether the sky still remembers spring. Golden cloth moved like a field of mustard when the wind passed softly through the branches, and the trees bent slightly, as if an ancient forest were greeting a traveler who carried sunlight in quiet hands. Among the green constellations of leaves a small yellow bloom was lifted— like a star being returned to the heavens from which it had secretly fallen. Some petals are not flowers at all, but lanterns hidden inside gardens, guiding wandering hearts the way a cave once held light for seekers when the world outside had forgotten mercy. And perhaps that is the mystery of the eleventh petal— a silent cavern of calm, where storms pause at the entrance and even restless thoughts learn to whisper. The garden notices when that petal grows quiet. The branches wait longer for footsteps. Even the sunlight hesitates on the leaves, as if asking the wind: Where has the brightness wandered today? Yet seasons are patient storytellers. They know that petals sometimes change colors not because the garden failed them, but because the sky is preparing a deeper shade of spring. So the soil remains warm, the trees remain watchful, and somewhere in the hush between leaves a quiet gardener still believes that when the eleventh petal smiles again, the garden will bloom in colors it has never learned before. 🌿🌼 #Naturelovers#Arts#Petalstheeleventh#alonetime#alone
By Dr Hamza Yaqoob 6 days ago in Poets
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What a great gem of a poem! A balance beam with tension pulling and pushing both ways
I always try to be harmonious. I always give people the benefit of the doubt. But if they still cross me despite all that, then my other personality would take over. Hahahahahahaha. Loved your poem!
Yes, please.
Michelangelo said - perfection is in the trifles but perfection is no trifle. This is a perfect little poem, its structural balance echoing the balance and hopefulness in the message. Your use of harmony and harmonious is an example of the importance of word selection. If you had used any other word combination the poem would be diminished. Really powerful writing Rachel! But what is the connection to Musing over Elevenes?
There's a new word brewing among these lines. I can't quite formulate it but the best i got is..."perfectorious" the act of striving for harmonious perfection.
As Paul said people don't want harmony. They want to hold grudges over things that realistically should be forgiven. But, I have come to realize that holding grudges mostly hurts the one holding the grudge. If you can't forgive and move forward you are always going to be stuck in a small world hole of darkness. Like you, I strive for that perfection. However, I am not perfect and I never will. I make mistakes in life. Mostly unintentional mistakes. And, I guess I will continue to make mistakes (and even the same mistakes). But, I can forgive myself and work on moving forward. My current motto in life is: The shattered pieces of life will not discourage me. I love your poem. It is perfect just the way it is.
oooooh, me likey this a lot! Love the wordplay and the thought behind it all! You make a good point. People don't want harmony it seems. I have been thinking a lot about how...people just don't seem to get that hate never wins or progresses things...hate leads to more hate. As hippyish as it sounds, love, or at the very least, tolerance, is the only way we can have more harmony. Anyway, as usual, even when you have just a few words, you get me thinking and there is a touch of whimsy to this too, as well as being fairly deep too!