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(Even the beautiful sun has blemishes)
Erase my mistakes from his eyes.
Allow him not to see those flaws.
Cut them out here, there, and lengthwise
until they slough right off.
Run far, far away, imperfection!
Gallop to the hills and never think to look back.
I’ll board up my doors; secure my windows with tacks.
As I sleep, my mistakes drift in with the breeze.
They settle on my chest; staying as quiet as can be.
In the morning, I awaken and find I’ve been mistaken.
There’s nothing shameful at all about being human.
I look at my blemishes with grass in their hair,
mud on their shoes, and dirt on their cheeks.
I gather them close; promising accountability.
Without them, I wouldn’t be me.
Poet Rummager 
Really lovely poem. We are defined by what we are, mistakes and all. Making peace with these things is part of maturing as a person. Beautifully articulated in your poem.
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I’m glad you feel the same way; although I could’ve guessed you would. Remember, I’ve read your secret journals 😉 Thank you so much, Stephen. Your words do mean a lot. xo
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Lovely poem. Were you perhaps referencing children in this poem? The last few lines could be interpreted as such I suppose. I’d have to read it again and be sure.
You have a way with words.
Cheers! ^_^
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I don’t think I’d refer to children as “blemishes.” Lol. The last lines are a nod to all my mistakes of the past, present, and future. Thanks for reading my poem so closely — I believe it’s blushing; you were so close 😀 Thanks Sin!
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You Merge always nice words with spectacular images
P.S.
The snail sends you a kiss !!!!
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Aw, thanks Pupazzovi! I love slimy kisses. Haha! 💋 🐌
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Ha, ha….”slimy kisses”….very funny !!
😀 😀 😀
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It’s the imperfections that create perfection. Beautifully worded piece Rose ❤
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I’ve missed your writings! Thank you darling Joshua. ❤
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Been too loved up to get a moments writing in lol I shall hopefully get back on the horse in the coming weeks ! ❤
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You’ve been “loved up?” Lol. Do you have a new gf?? Aw, I’m happy for you. xo
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Great writing PR! Thanks for the share and linking me in it!
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I really, really like how you’re letting your presence be known by the folks commenting — I wish more people would do that when I dedicate a work to them or display their art or photos. That’s how you do it, baby! 🌹 Oh, feel free to jump into the conversations, too. I don’t mind it at all.
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Outstanding. It takes some of us years to write something like this…
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Such a sweetie Celtic pie! Lol. Thank you for your comments — they’re always appreciated; even your smart ass ones. 😀 🌹
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I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you’re welcome. 🙂
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Riiiiiight! 😝
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A weed is only a plant that’s growing where you don’t want it to. A blemish is only a blemish if you call it bad.
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So true for the most part, and it also depends on what kind of weed you’re growing 🙂 Thanks for visiting!🌹
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The Sun proves blemishes don’t last forever. But there’s always another scar waiting to rotate into view, and that’s something even a star must learn to live with.
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Aw, I enjoy your words and work so much! That sun is an amazing capture. ❤ There's something about scars that draw me — you know there's a story somewhere there. Did you know I have a scar above my right eye; that's why I shifted to your other shoulder when we were taking that selfie? I know, I know, I need to embrace my blemishes. I'm working on it! 😀
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I didn’t notice — you were too clever! It’s funny how the pain from a deep cut is only transitory, but the scar lasts a lifetime, as if it were a fleshy hieroglyph representing the traumatic experience.
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Lovely words, Fly! Um, sorry to tell you this, but the poet in you is showing 🙂
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Very well written. Thank you for sharing.
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Well, hi Brian! Long time; no see. Thank you for reading and commenting! 💐
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This is a great poem. I love the way you worked self acceptance in through a little sleep.
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Thanks Chuckie. Oh my gosh!! (slaps forehead) I think you’re right — I don’t sleep as long as I should; that’s the problem! 😴 💤
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I bet you’re a total night owl. Damn. I wish they had an owl emoji. Night 🐧?
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🦉 That’s the new owl emoji, but it’s got limited support, so not many can see it 😦 I love penguins, though! I guess I’m a night penguin. Lol. I think you’re up pretty late, too, aren’t you?
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Nope. I’m in bed by 10:30. West Coast.
I can’t see the owl. I’m very sad.
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Aw, you’re a fuddy duddy! 😍 I tried. Sorry.
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For a second I thought you were sorry I was a fuddy duddy.
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haha. We can’t help who we are. Fuddy duddies rock — as in rock-a-bye baby. Lol. Groan. I think I need to get something to eat. I’m losing oxygen to the brain. Ttyl. ❤️
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Great work > I wish I could get over my regrets like that 🙂 I reckon the older we get the more’me’ we become! Your so right > I wouldn’t be here doing what I’m doing if it wasn’t for who I am. Cheers Rose 🙂
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Thanks Andy! How about regretting eating duck intestines?! Lol. Poor duck. I sure love what you do there at your blog — never a dull moment. Cheers!! 🍻
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You’re a super writer Rose.
Blemishes and all. ❤️
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Oh, the only perfect part of my life is you, Alan! Thanks, my shadow friend. 💞
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Indeed it is the warts that make us stand out from the crowd!
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My warts are so big, I can stand on them to stand out from the crowd! Haha!! I don’t really have warts; not since a rat chewed one off my chin the other day 😀 🐀
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Lovely poem – we can strive for truth, but we are not machines.
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Hi Sol! Isn’t Fly’s sol photo amazing? You are so right! Thank you so much.💐
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It’s our imperfections and flaws that make us interesting. What a boring world if we all looked, thought and acted according to some predetermined “ideal.”
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I completely agree, BunK! Thank you for your wise words!
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You’re welcome, Rose. 🙂
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Reblogged this on KCJones.
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Thanks Penney!
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When I think about it long enough
My imperfection was not me
But others who are looking
Casting doubts upon my shadow
I felt fine till I decided to be part of the race
Not I wished I kept running
And never looked back
Good Morning Rose
The Sheldon Perspective
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Hmm. We all are perfectly imperfect. You’re right, though, why should we define ourselves by what others point out as our “flaws?” Thank you Sheldon. Have a lovely day! xo
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Excellent write
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Thank you very much!
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Usually we men when in love just see the world perfect and in pink with funny eyes. If there is one perfect person I think she/he is alone, nobody could endure him/her. xD
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You’re so wise! I am lucky to have a friend like you who is positive and sweet. I shall thank my lucky stars. 🌟 💫 ✨
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This is beautiful. Definition of “being human” and act of accepting it is well put in this piece.
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Thank you very much!
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Our so-called blemishes, both external and internal, are what makes us unique. I’ve learned to cherish mine also–with the help of a very dear man. Love it, Rose. ❤️
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You’re one of the few lucky ones, Cathy, to find someone who can love you and your flaws. Thank you, and have a terrific week!! ❤
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Don’t I know it! You have a good week too, Rose.
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Blemishes, mistakes.. that is what makes us human. It was great reading your poem
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Embrace those flaws! Thank you much.
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Thanks for both the great prose poem and the pointer to Poetpas.
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Thank you! My pleasure, Mel 🙂
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Beautifully said, Rose! Those are not blemishes but the precious diamonds of our uniqueness.
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This is so very beautiful ❤ . "There’s nothing shameful at all about being human" …true, and, we wouldn't have been known of virtues if there were no mistake. We, humans, have our follies. Without my mistakes, "I wouldn't be me"…just loved this!!
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Thanks so much Mani! We need more positive souls like you. 🌷 🌼 🌸 💐
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And we also need such wonderful poets like you… 🙂
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So well said… so very true!
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Thanks Iris!
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You’re welcome, Rose. 🙂
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Lovely poem Poet. Very meaningful too. Blemishes only make us more human!
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I love your post!!! And thank you so much for following my blog. I really appreciate that and look forward to seeing more of yours as well.
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Thank you! I’ve been enjoying visiting your splendid blog, as well. xo
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Thank you so much!!!
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