What does perfection look like?
Rain
relaxed
slightly baggy
comfortable
long and soft
pliable
flexible
a little frayed around the edges
a tiny bit burnt
just on the tips of hair and nose
scented in oils
silver and candelight
coffee in bed in the morning
tea in bed at night
with the door open
a soft breeze
and crickets
lush green plant profusion that I actually remember to water and tend
wise dog’s heads
soft brown eyes
collapsing of furry bodies
deep contented sighs
long walks
runs
a strong body
health
just enough wealth
books to the ceiling
and then some more
soft rugs
timber floors
empty surfaces
finally free of “more”
(except books – always room for more books)
linen sheets
fresh off the line
a touch of red
a slither of silk
the slightest shrug of cashmere
just one piece of exquisite cloud-like texture
to treasure
a deep bath
a big motorbike
the ability to laugh and laugh
and laugh
more things second-hand
patched leather
favourite things
precious things
I won’t cling
but I hope they last as long as I do
Boots beaten and comfortable
several cool hats
old jeans
colourful jangly jewellery
dangly earrings
for when I’m feeling girly
Bright kimonos, long skirts
that make me feel like a parrot with feathers
dashing around my house
clean floors
good beats
dancing in the kitchen
delicious food
scrabble games severe
long phone calls to my sister
lunch dates that last all day with my best mate
giving back to the community
feeling them give to me
wide smiles
my husband’s wiry chest hairs
The crinkly wrinkles just at the side of his eyes form starbursts when he smiles
when he smiles at me
hugs from my sons grown taller broader, wider stronger than me
making me feel small
but loved
so loved
ocean swims
red dirt roads
walking and whistling
shoulders free of loads
bare feet on cool, wet lawn
sprinklers
the passing of days well spent
mornings
evenings
the long, quiet expanse of a hot midday
finding first greys
rather liking them
grateful to have lived this long
leaving them be
loving me
just the way I am
forgiven for all my sins
flaws
omissions
finally
grateful for where I’ve been
what I’ve seen
Who I am
Perfection is…
Nothing like I imagined
in a younger woman’s skin.
Taken from “The Steps We Take Within”, no longer available in book form. Artwork generated using Artiphoria. Have a beautiful day and find the perfection, whatever that means to you.
How accurate is that.😍
So beautiful.. you are lovely , Kate. Love you girl. Happy to know you 🤗
You too Yassy, and thanks ❤️
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Absolutely. Wonderful.
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Kate, this is brilliant. I love how this poem embraces imperfection and gratitude. It beautifully captures a sense of contentment and fulfillment in vivid imagery and heartfelt reflections! Wow!
~David
Thanks David, that’s so kind of you to stay. I love sitting in the evenings and letting my mind run off at the hand and tell me what it is thinking about 💫💕
Was fun to watch how your thoughts unfolded as I read through. You’ve got such a beautiful and appreciative mind. ❤️
Years of weeding M, years of weeding and tending and pulling out the rubbish and over planting it with good thoughts. I am not naturally positive, I’m actually quite pensive – comes with territory of reflection, but I try very hard to create a personal home that is comfortable to live in. Doesn’t always work of course – then there is incense and green tea and candles and long deep baths and writing in my favourite kimono and going out to the dark cool lawn and looking up at the stars. Then I shrink to the size of an ant beneath them. Insignificance makes me the happiest. ❤️✨
There you go again 😉💫
Insignificance is where we realize just how amazing it is to be alive and that’s when we focus on all the wondrous little things life has to offer. I think you n I are of similar age and being a Gen X we just get it. 🙃
One of my favorites from one of my favorites from one of my favorite poetry books in the world. You’re a beautiful soul–in and out. Growing older makes you even more beautiful–for the lens through which you see life is rose-colored with raw wisdom. Forgiven, loved, seen, and aware. You’re a light, Kate. I’ve missed several posts and poems; my apologies, dear friend. Sending love always, Karla❤️
Hi Karla, knowing people like you have my books makes me so happy. I’ve been writing a lot lately, you couldn’t possibly keep up and shouldn’t try. Lovely to see you my friend, have a beautiful flowing day ❤️
Thank you, Kate. I appreciate you so much. My flow is unique right now. Long story…but my reserve is less than usual. But I’m floating with faith, dear friend. Even in the unexpected bends, like a few today! Being here makes me flow with happiness!💕
❤️💫 flow on X
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wonderful writing; uplifting, lyrical ; the gem of the morning, Kate:)
Oh thanks John, that’s lovely
Beautiful and so true!
Thanks Martha💫
relatable, beautiful, words flowing poetry of perfection penned to the last drop, Kate❣️
Nicely done❣️
Thankyou Cindy for that lovely compliment ✨💖
Lovely and evocative. My mind’s eyes saw every scene and detail. ~Ed.
Oh lovely, thanks Ed.
It’s interesting how a lot of people become more comfortable in their skin as they get older while others struggle with aging. It really depends on our outlook and mindset, I think. Loved the poem.
Hi Pooja, it is sad how some people grieve their aging process. It hasn’t really hit me yet in so far as I am probably fitter now than I was in my twenties and relish so many things that age can’t touch, however I do think it depends what we identify with . I identify with health and wellness and spirit and creativity. If I was obsessed with my skin and wrinkles or whatever then I would probably have a few issues. I feel blessed to be alive. There were a few ladies last year and the year before that around my age who died of cancer. Sharpens the focus. ✨
Yeah, I think focusing on the positives like being healthy and feeling great is definitely the way to go. I’ve been seeing more grey hairs recently and it sucked at first but then I started to think of how lucky I am to be alive because as a teenager I wasn’t even sure if I would make it past 20 due to my depression.
I prefer platinum to grey – it makes us more precious as we grow older. I think we are more precious simply because life continues to be upon us. It’s so easy to die. Extraordinarily easy and random. It could be scary to contemplate how many ways there are to die and that right this minute thousands, millions perhaps are dying, or we could consider how miraculous and wonderful it is to be alive. I take it for granted all the time, but I try to remind myself throughout the day, how precious life is.
It’s true, there are millions of ways to die and people die everyday. Being alive is a gift. And being healthy is an even bigger gift.
Oh, i always felt like an old soul, yet to experience an old body… your words have got me longing for moments from my childhood in my nana’s countryside house and wishing for my future aged self to oh so peacefully ponder over gratitude about the little things that somehow always end to have the greatest importance… such a beautiful way of writing your own milestones. Thank you! 🎀
My pleasure! I was listening to a podcast this morning about the richness that comes from living our lives mindfully, being fully aware and present. I wish I could stay in that space constantly, but a little more each day is doable.
We tend to lose ourselves in the fast forward way of living nowadays, and it gets hard to sometimes grasp the moments, but at times they smack us right where we need them to.
So soft!
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So beautifully explained lines
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Just perfectly expressed including almost all things ….
Absolutely
grateful for where I’ve been
what I’ve seen
Who I am’
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Thankyou my friend