Soul Model
A tribute to Jessica...
This is the order of events:
After a long flight,
my love grew from
a glance at the most
perfect little face that
I could ever see
(halfway home to
my old life; my new one).
You are the impossible.
My little lady; the real dream
that I never knew I had or needed;
the undeclared perfection of our better selves.
Maybe even that step for hope
for one soul.
Maybe something real for a step
or two
to another little model
that I still try to follow.
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Comments (4)
This is a beautiful - a lot of "tatooable" lines here. :-)
This was very beautiful…. I keep going back to “the undeclared perfection of our better selves” line… it’s really lovely!
Good for you 👌
There’s a simple honesty to this poem, pouring out exactly how the speker feels without frills nor thrills. Some lines are delightful , like “the undeclared perfection of our better selves,” others more commonplace but still carrying the sentiment. Some edits would be the opening sentence (missing “the” before “order”) and clarification of “halfway home to the my old life; my new one)” as the punctuation and the extra “the” confuse. This challenge will see a lot of baby poems (already read a few) and some transcend the more earthly and expected construction of most baby poems. As a stand alone poem plus some edits this is a touching piece, but as part of the challenge it is a good starting point. Thanks for sharing <3