Less Than Ideal

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Hold the broken pieces in your hand of the vase you bought,

So perfect, not quite the same as the one you really wanted,

But almost perfect enough that you glue the pieces back

Though it can never hold real flowers in water again.


So it holds silk flowers-

silver medal never gold,

Second best never good enough

As the first, the original.

Now it’s flawed forever

Scarred forever marred forever.


Can never hold water again.

Can never be whole again.

Can never be perfect again.

Can never be the one you said you wanted.

Can only be hidden, faced to a wall,

Boxed up locked up

Might as well be thrown away

For it’s not worth the effort

To recycle reuse repurpose

The pieces into something

more beautiful than the original.


It’s not worth the effort to love it more now

Than when you bought it…

Because it isn’t what you wanted in the first place.


8 comments on “Less Than Ideal

  1. Al Lane says:

    Seems wrong to “like” this. I feel your pain x

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  2. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    On The Well Tempered Bards, Jessica Scott brings a poem of what to do with what was not quite right to begin with.

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  3. Lizzi says:

    Powerful poem.
    I have just run out of gold. Glad you haven’t run out of words xoxoxo

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    • I was never put back together properly to begin with and I was certainly not put back together with gold. And, unfortunately, when you break a poet’s heart, they bleed words, if the wound is deep enough. And this one is. This knife just keeps being thrust deeper in. Someday I will be able to take a deep breath and pull the knife out but today is not that day. Today I only have strength enough to do something for others, not myself. But it helps knowing that I will be making someone happy in the future. 🙂

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      • Lizzi says:

        *hugs* hang onto what helps, Pinky 😘😘😘😘

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        • I am. I so am. Which is why there is yarn everywhere right now. But the beauty that is surrounding me because of the yarn…well, it is breathtaking. And I’m so pleased because I know if I love it this much, how much more will the person receiving it love it. 🙂 Everything else may be going to hell in a handbasket but not this. This is going better than perfect. 🙂

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