Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Perfect smile

This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.

This poem was written in response to NaPoWriMo #21: perfectly flawed on Read Write Poem.

Theme from Weeds - I've always loved this song

        Can you think of a flaw or imperfection in your life that you like, or even treasure?


Only Footprints said...

Beautiful! I'll bet you both have the loveliest smiles.

sorrywhat said...

Some consider freckles an imperfection, but I like mine.

Dan Rako said...

Toss your retainer before it's too late.

bridgeanna said...

I wonder how we measure our losses when "perfection" replaces "imperfection?" Thanks for sharing!

Mary said...

Oh man, I was off work Thursday/Friday due to strep throat and therefore completely forgot about your blog. So much to catch up on!

My teeth were super screwed too... Haha. I'm very very thankful I had them fixed. I guess I've come to like the bump in my nose... I always thought I had a crappy nose but I've been told by more than a few people that they envy my nose. I guess it's not so bad after all :) Also, I was made fun of by my family for having a crooked butt crack... It curves to the right at the top. However I've always rather liked that quality... and I have no idea why.

Katie said...

Well for the most part, the imperfections of my body are disliked. But I suppose the rarest things are liked. I have a little scar on my face from who-knows-what and I never use to like it, but I suppose it makes my face a little more interesting.

Besides that, I can't really say. Having one foot bigger then they other and tiny hands hasn't really been anything I love.

Jen said...

Oh, how sad to lose that connection to your grandma!

I too have an eyetooth that laps over the incisor next to it. It is getting worse with time, but very slowly. But what the heck ... I'm married, with 2 kids, no need now to pay a fortune for perfection. I think of it, perhaps arrogantly, as doing my little part to stand against increasingly plastic standards for human beings.

It only bothers me when I see it in pictures.