Untitled XIII

Your back still has zits sometimes
(I am staring at one now)
and it grows more hair every year it seems
I love not the zits that you
pop while I am watching but
to have known you long
enough to see you change.

Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.

Written for the “gift” prompt at dVerse: http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/06/poetics-what-is-your-gift/

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6 thoughts on “Untitled XIII

  1. i suppose the greatest human illness
    is the modern day first world
    malady of
    perfection..
    ugh perfection
    just s88Ks
    as Infinity
    as now demands
    mistakes all the now..
    anyway when my first
    and last
    child is born with
    multiple
    congenital
    anomalies
    SUFFERS FOR
    51 DAYS AND DIES
    WITH NOTHING
    BUT PAIN..
    i wake up
    go back
    to sleep
    until i am blessed
    with 19 medical disorders
    including the worse pain
    known to mankind
    for 66 months of
    shut in life..
    20 YEARS
    LATER AT
    47.. AT 55..
    AND WELL
    AGAIN..
    i ain’t going
    back to sleep
    baby.. i let i all
    go now..
    and just
    flow with
    what is
    REALLY REAL
    NOW.. my friend..
    there are perfectionists
    all around me.. but i for
    one LET IT ALL GO..
    revel in flow and
    never a
    care
    for anything
    but a practice
    of Life AS IS NOW..
    LESSON OF INFINITY
    FREE AT LEAST FOR ME..:)

    YEAH BABY..
    POP THE
    PIMPLE OF LIFE!..;)

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