Perfection

Wild Woman in Pearls

Uniqueness is Perfection
It is not perfection that makes us special
It‘s uniqueness and character
It is not smooth faces that tells the story
The gray and the wrinkles are our glory
It’s the wrinkles of time that show who we are

Years of strain and years of pain
Bring out the character in everyone
Allows us to remember all the fun

Botox and silicone can stretch us tight
Filling up wrinkles and sags
It stretches us tight and we look a fright
When the make-up comes off each night

After years of work, play, and fun
The thing that makes us special
Is not perfection or a smooth complexion
Our uniqueness makes us the exception.

So why worry over what time has wrought
Thinking we can make it better
We create a mask with our aim for perfection
Hiding our uniqueness and losing our perception
That aging person in this vessel of clay
Is a reflection of His work
The unique image God created
In His eyes
We’re unique and highly rated

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Painting Wild Woman in Pearls: Dwight L. Roth

This is one of my favorite poems. It expresses what I believe is lacking in our society today.  Uniqueness always rises to the top. I did not get a good photo of my painting before it was taken away by a friend and neighbor. Both the poem and the painting say and show what I am trying to express in this poem. This being posted on the d’Vers~Poetry Pub for open link Thursday!

Give Me Wrinkles

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I am always amazed at celebrities who are as old as I am, yet have faces of a forty-year-old. It looks smooth, but does not match their age. I have always been one to go for the natural look. Make-up, to me, seems to only cover ups natural beauty. Some have so much cosmetic work done that when they die, they won’t need to be embalmed. They will be perfect just the way they are!

Give me wrinkles!

Don’t embalm me before my time

Filling my skin with foreign fluids

Pumping up my crow’s feet

Smoothing out my forehead lines

Porcelain skin looks lovely on the young

Yet they cover it with paint and shade

Thinking the artificial somehow looks better

Hiding their natural beauty

Don’t embalm me before my time

Pumping me full of water balloons of silicone

Painful stretching to achieve cleavage

Bringing side effects and risks to health

Just to attain that statuesque look

Don’t embalm me before my time

Let me keep my wrinkles and my lines

Aging with rings like an old oak tree

Scars of battles long past

Showing character and strength

In the body given me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth