Poem -
The Pressure Of Perfection
The pressure of perfection
can be too hard to bear.
Each morning when the light streams in
and ripples through my hair,
it’s never golden shimmer that I see glowing there
but lusterless and dry as straw
in need of much repair.
And in the mirror of my soul
reflecting back I see,
a tired,ageing lonely child
I recognise as me.
For deep within a hidden place where secrets are concealed,
perfection struggles to remain,
sad truths become revealed....
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Comments
Oh my Lady L,
This resonates in quite a strange way. It's only recently that I've realised something. The more beautiful one is in youth the harder aging becomes. A very old friend who recently turned 50 was a catwalk fashion model in the '80's. She seems to be finding it hard.
I was lucky enough to believe in my youth that I was a short, scrawny, ginger bloke who had nothing much to lose.
Great poem Lady Lodigiana
Nigel
I wish that we had the sense to appreciate our youth when it was part of us..but...ah well I guess we have all been there! We live in an age where only perfection seems good enough..and yet...perfection can so often be deathly dull..how much cuter is a kids smile with teeth missing? And as for ‘short, scrawney, ginger bloke’ ..Ewan McGregor. Might not agree with you !! Stay perfect Sir Nigel and thanks for reading. Lady L xx
Hey Lady Lodigiana if you go to page 6 (I think) of my pages there is a piece called Half a Life Ago.
When I say ginger......
Thank you so much for this..I have left a rather lengthy comment but it did my heart good to read your piece....and what about those flowing amber locks of yours??!!!!! Fan bloody tastic! xx
Hi L,
Very well done. Perfect is an impossible goal for us mere mortals.
The attempt is all we have.
JP
Your words have put things into perfect perspective my friend..we should all remember these words ..thank you so much John for reading and commenting, I always appreciate it. Lodigiana xx
To me you will always be perfect! Great piece Lodi.
Thank you StevieC as always xx
Oh my goodness LO!!......I LOVE everything about this piece...... The totally flowing first stanza comes so trippingly off of the tongue when read aloud...... because of that VERY well delivered rhyme scheme...... you have delved into some very compelling subject matter as well......I can't tell you how many poems I have written that take a bite out of that subject matter as well...... It's so impressive that you've taken this 'most poetic' approach...... with imagery that speaks VOLUMES and delivers them as sunshine & mirrors into the minds eye of the reader.... truly creative stuff done relatively succinctly...... making it all the more memorable with phrases like ~
~ "Each morning when the light streams in
And ripples through my hair..."
YESSSSSS!!......gorgeous, dynamic, and completely universal!!......folllowed by a barrage of pictures and rhymes that take you back and forth like the pendulum swinging on a grandfather clock!!........ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!.......smokin' grooves dear poet sister!!.....smokin' grooves!!....... Bravo LO!!......... hugs-n-smiles......... your cyber-friend and admirer!!....... Tony. : )
Oh wow Tony what wonderfully encouraging and uplifting comments! I am so pleased that you enjoyed this piece! We live in a world where only perfection seems to be valued ..the right look,size and age.....everything else seems of no consequence somehow....celebrities become celebrities based on how beautiful they are ..no matter how vacuous they might be.My great passion is the beauty and wonder that a lively,open, imaginative and intelligent mind can bestow on even the most nondescript features that transforms them into gracious, wonderful and truly beautiful people..and of course an equally giving soul that radiates love and caring. Poetry is such a fantastic means of expression and a way to put this sometimes slightly off balance world into perspective again...Thank you my wonderful cyber friend xx
Oh WOW ...this really really conveys the horror as we age...seeing that person in the mirror that cannot possibly be us...yet ...it is...how did that happen? Great write my friend ?
Thanks so much Marion..it's so true..that wondering 'How and when did this all happen?' but I know I am in good company as so many of us think exactly that! So pleased you enjoyed this and thanks for your lovely comments . Lodigiana xx
great poem sorry
I missed it but here
I am
Ah bless you Greg and thank you so much xx
Lodigiana it is the age we live in that sadly seems to make these demands on certain people.
Certain people I say to chase that impossible and uncatchable pipedream of perfection.
To err is human and not become some plastic (surgery enhanced) Barbie doll or boyfriend Ken.
Spare me!
Another great write and as always superb to read and morally and mere mortally to ponder over.
Take care my friend and hope to see you back soon on here and I believe other members also, for your poetry clearly reaches out and touches many.
Take care and I'm wishing you well.
Shaun. x.