Karen Pierce Gonzalez
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Thanks so much, Helen. Yes: futility of being unable to change anything as the clock ticks. Very well said. #Poemsabout #imperfectme @alanparrywriter.co.uk
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I winced at the visceral experience of the opening lines, Karen.
The central declaration is embedded, but not hidden, within the resigned futility of being unable to change anything as the clock ticks on and on...
Neither time can be retrieved nor experienced washed clean. 🥺
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dnwritespoetry.bsky.social
Thank you, Karen! Means a lot coming from a poet such as yourself!❤️
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
This repetitive line: if I could learn to love myself ... is more mantra than prayer in it's invocation. Very powerful. #poemsabout #imperfectme @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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#Prompters #Prompt #poemsabout #imperfectme
a #poem from long ago;
that’s a favorite of mine.
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“Love Myself”
I read this poem
when I need to
remind myself how
I love; and to give
agape #love to
myself; as I have others.
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karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
The format here works really well. Allows for a lot to be said with minimal words. Nice! #poemsabout #imperfectme @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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dnwritespoetry.bsky.social
Been a week my fellow poets! I am late in posting for #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe! Hopefully it will find you well and enjoying life! I played with form this week!
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karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
So often, I create images that complement what I write. In this #poeticlibretto, the opposite happened. The words came after I created the #mixedmedia #art. I hope you enjoy this free #flipbook. #PoetsOfBlueSky #BlueSkyArtists #LewisCaroll #Jabberwocky anyflip.com/sdmnd/qwqe/
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Thanks so much for this! #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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stacebot.bsky.social
The repeating line that continues to shorten has such a strong impact!
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
I found the undertone of this painful: 'always banished'. We belong to ourselves (and no one else) regardless of judgements that may seek to sever this cord. #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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beyondtheonions.bsky.social
#PoemsAbout #poem #poetry #writing #writingcommunity #writing #amwriting #struggles
Thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk
* This is an older piece I wrote quite some time ago... it fits well with the prompt #ImperfectMe -- as I'm sure it does convey.

~baubles~
my words just baubles, cheap décor hung of the weeping limbs of a dead, dry christmas pine. 
crumbling brittle thorns, needles fall in showers to the linoleum – dusty tears from the tormented heart of a poet, squeezed like a lemon, lamenting for eternity. 
follow Willy’s weeping words and “strut and fret the hour,” the one that never comes and is always banished when it does… 
is all the light a manic mirage, a grand deception of that tortured chamber? 
to question is enough, to wonder is divine. 
I relish in that wonder and let the query swim, refusing to relent an answer, with an equal air of divinity.
“strut and fret” indeed! not this...
...not this tortured heart.

a poem by Ross McDermott, Beyond the Onions
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What a reminder: we often cross our own boundaries hoping to be perfect for another. This imperfection is to be handled with care. Thanks John, for a moving #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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For #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe on #worldmentalhealthday, here's one of mine posted here earlier this year 🤜🤛
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Insecurity alert

We can argue the toss
over separations
and losses, but this much
is for sure – I am insecurely

attached. Mostly I depend upon
your warmth and acclaim
to scaffold the edifice
of my ramshackle sense of self.

But hey – no pressure!
It's not like you owe me any
special consideration – no need,
as such, to frack my mudrock offerings

for depth or distinction.
I'm not proud – I can do
naked and abandoned in the void
every bit as easily.
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
The closing lines wake us from the dream we all have of 'being' someone else. We become the 'beast' rather than the 'beauty'. A wonderful narrative tone. Thank you. #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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My contribution to #poemsabout #imperfectme
It's a piece that I've been meaning to write for a few weeks but never got round to it, so thank you
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For the push.

This is

Cracks In the Mirror

#poetry #blueskypoet #poem #mirror #identity #lost
It stares at me, from the other side of an empty room,
A face familiar, but still unrecognizable.
Silvered glass, which was not cracked last time I looked upon it
Now shattered into fragments, in each one an impostor. 

A thousand faces trapped within; not one is whom I seek,
It stares at me, from the other side of an empty room
And I stare back, wondering who this man before me is
The man with cracks that crawl across his myriad of masks. 

I know him not; I never have, but somehow he knows me
His crooked smiles, and weary eyes drill deep into my soul
He stares at me, from the other side of an empty room
From in between the cracks; a man I thought I used to know. 

Once upon a time I saw my own face in the mirror
A bright and beaming smile; that was who I'd always be,
But somehow I cant see him in the faces of the beast
That stares at me, from the other side of this still empty room.
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
The final stanza sweeps away all doubt: to be 'in body' is generative. It grounds skyward glances, calms inner chatter, and finds lost sense of purpose. #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
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smcconnaha.bsky.social
A bit of a #WIP I've been working on just as #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe hit.
Thanks! @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk