Thursday, March 24, 2016

Naturally imperfect





Do not dress me up with red sheen
Nor coat my crown with golden hue
I don't need stitches nor brown glue

What scars & grooves I have are green
Painted by sun, queen bee, so keen 
On seeding the sweetest fruit genes

Don't mess up my natural dew
When you dress me up with red sheen




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Victoria Slotto - Poetry form is High Octain

It comprises eight lines:
two tercets and a couplet,
eight syllables per line or as iambic tetrameter, your choice,
first line is a refrain, repeated as the last (some variation acceptable).

Rhyme-scheme as follows :

A-b-b
a-c/c-a
b-A

A = refrain line. 
c/c refers to line five having internal rhyme which is different to the a- and b-rhymes. The midline rhyme does not have to fall exactly in the middle of the line

Picture credit:   here

29 comments:

  1. Oh I agree!
    Let imperfection be.

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  2. The natural flaws that we possess are what makes us all so uniquely perfect & apart from one another. I so missed your delicious gathering of words... Hi Grace! :)

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  3. Oh so true! I don't need nor want artificial shine applied to my fruit. I love this!

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  4. Perfection is overrated, not to mention impossible. In this case, it's just a matter of hidden flaws instead of obvious ones.

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  5. Perfection is pffft indeed. Who needs that? Flaw away.

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  6. This is such a perfect lesson about perfection. Wonderful work with the form. I'm smiling because I just ate a most imperfect apple--had to cut out the bad part but still, it was sweet.

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  7. Beauty is often enhanced by imperfection. Your poem works both literally and metaphorically on a few different levels.

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  8. This is absolutely gorgeous writing :D especially adore these lines:

    Painted by sun, queen bee, so keen
    On seeding the sweetest fruit genes

    Beautifully executed!
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. Exciting piece - crafted with innovation. Clever use of rhymes as well. I see you like these challenges as you managed this one very well!

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  10. You take to the Octain like a trouper, & the wistful & wise message is clarion. I have thrived on imperfection all my life; part of being a pragmatist. Makes me think of the dye they put in oranges; yuk.

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  11. An apple from Coraline and Neil...

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  12. Imperfections are the mark of individuality, we don't need any more apple polishers in this world.

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  13. P.S. Happy Easter, Grace, enjoy your weekend ahead. xo

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  14. Ah,,,no need for polish...hear, hear!

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  15. Enjoyed this so much, not an easy form to write. I agree - just leave us alone to Be,

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  16. Wow, you nailed it, Grace! Enjoy your weekend. Thank you!

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  17. That is a striking image and I love the title!

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  18. Beautiful verse...your words are apples of gold :)

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  19. I love this. Imperfect elegance.

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  20. I love this. Imperfect elegance.

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  21. The smoothness of the writing and yet the exclamation.

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  22. That explains it. We are all as we've been created. We can polish our flaws but it doesn't change things. The Granny Smiths accept the Red Delicious. That's the way it is! Great observation, Grace!

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  23. This left me wondering if you began with the image first because it is so perfect for your poem. Perfection is over rated. I like my apples AND those I surround myself with to be more organic.

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  24. Really liked the topic, and perfect title for this too!

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  25. Love this so much, especially coupled with that great visual. Awesome piece.

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  26. I can't polish away or change my flaws and not one scar would I give up. I used to run myself through the car wash for a bath--was neither cleaner or dirtier when I exited only wet.

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  27. I like that more supermarkets are finding homes for their wayward , homely fruit ~

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  28. SMiLes.. i for one
    cherish weeds
    and apples
    with
    blemishes
    more than
    any
    thing
    culture and
    alphaBet soup
    says iS better..
    beauty In imperfection's
    change.. insanity
    iN sAMe
    oF
    perfection..
    even i
    F
    iT weRe
    possible noW..:)

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