Past Imperfect by Lynn White



It will never be the same again
the broken pot or plate
knocked over,
dropped from a height
it’s perfection destroyed,
not beyond repair
just forever imperfect
patched up
with little spaces left
where the light shines through.
I think I can recreate its magic
perfect it
repair it
with molten gold
and shining jewels
that reflect the light
like those old glasses
dug up from the garden
and washed till they gleam
then offered for sale
with the light shinning through
like a Georgian window
perfect in it’s imperfection
distorting the vision
enhancing it
with mystery.
It’s light,
carrying the past into the present.
I think I can do it.

© 2020 Lynn White


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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

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