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There Is No Prize to Perfection

Only an End to Pursuit

By Judey Kalchik Published 2 months ago 1 min read
There Is No Prize to Perfection
Photo by Darren DeLoach on Unsplash

I sought perfection

soul protection

unconditional affection

without continual genuflection

or subjection

sweet confection

to my recollection

such interconnection

required introspection.

_

So I thought on perfection

explored advection

without soul connection

found it a projection

boomeranged to flexion

exploring the cross-section

of suitors and erection

resigned to my rejection

when my own imperfection

would require redirection

avoiding retrospection.

_

The hunt for perfection

speaks with whisper not brass section

peace conveyed within inflection

seeks the real rejects deception

accepts new midst preconception

learns of true hones perception

steady course not overcorrection

knows when circumspection

softens explosive objection

requires mental disinfection

to rid toxic misdirection

accepts further recollection

when to stop and allow self-resurrection

when to proceed with intellection

Perfection.

End.

Inspired by this quote:

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About the Creator

Judey Kalchik

It's my time to find and use my voice.

Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.

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  • Jay Kantor2 months ago

    hi jk#1 - Such a perfect erection of perfection. jk#2

  • Mark Graham2 months ago

    Is there really such a thing as 'perfection'? Loved the use of all the vocabulary and the rhyming. Great job.

  • Kendall Defoe 2 months ago

    A selection for detection and the circumvention of perfection!

  • K.B. Silver 2 months ago

    Your rhymes came close to perfection, loved it. Great writing and a great reminder.👏👏🌟

  • Paul Stewart2 months ago

    This was stunning. Judey! And something I am learning to try and live by. Perfection, escpecially in writing or life in general is a falsity. Striving for it is good in small measures, but will always lead to dissapointment in my experience. Loved the rhythm and rhyme of this, such great flow and sticking to such a tight rhyme scheme never felt dull. It just grew and grew and was full of truth and insight that could only come from experience. All this to say, well done on a bloody great poem, Ms Kalchik!

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