Holes (a poem)

Yesterday
was the first day
I failed to write
a poem
after promising
to do it.

It is a small thing,
really.
No one to care
or be disappointed
but me.

And yet I cannot seem
to let it go.
It is a hole
in a perfect, steady
pattern,
and you know
how much I like
to be
perfect.

Except poetry
has always been for me
the absence
of expectation,
unrestricted sentiment,
a gentle gift
I give myself
to just be.

It makes me wonder
if maybe perfection
is what disrupts
goodness.

And maybe holes just
let things breathe.

Advertisements

One thought on “Holes (a poem)

  1. Pingback: All The Poems I Wrote in Lent | Reverend Fem

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s