Well Put Together

Written for:  Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Play It Again, Toads
Welcome to the 25th Play it Again, Toads! where archived challenges of this Imaginary Garden come to life again.  Have fun exploring the side bar (2011 – 2016) and selecting your own or choose from three I’ve highlighted below.

I have selected Fireblossom Friday:  The Crack in Everything (from March 22nd)

There is a song by Leonard Cohen, called “Anthem”, which contains these marvelous lines:

“Ring the bells that still can ring.

Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack, a crack, in everything–

That’s how the light gets in.”

For this Fireblossom Friday challenge, I want you to write a poem about a crack, fissure, rupture, split, or breaking point. It can involve something tangible, or intangible. It can be in any form you like.

They could not see
past her perceived perfection.
Calm, poised–unusual in a
teen–she seemed to have a grasp
on the world, A winning smile, small-
featured fair face. Boys all
wanted to be with her; girls all
wanted to be her. When acne
devastated teen faces, it passed
over hers, not daring to mar
such smooth skin.

After high school, friends split
apart to begin their adult lives.

The perfect girl married a boy
who mirrored her looks. Soon after,
hairline cracks disturbed
the plaster of her being. Sadness
anxiety, and medication prevailed.

Scattered friends heard–by word of
mouth–that the perfect girl jumped
to her death on holiday with husband.
No one ever learned why.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Well Put Together

  1. Jim says:

    Truth, sort of Sara. It isn’t fun always to be the perfect kid. But not to worry, I sure wasn’t it.
    ..

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  2. So sad. Sometimes being perfect is just too much pressure…. not that I’ve experienced it : )

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  3. Trapped in a world of labels whether praise or insult is devastating! This is really wonderfully crafted!

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  4. ManicDdaily says:

    Yikes– of course, the perfect surface doesn’t mean so much. You’ve expressed that well here. Thanks. k.

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  5. mzach456@comcast.net says:

    this is a real grabber

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  6. Bekkie says:

    So sad…a very wide crack indeed! Eating her alive.

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  7. Oh my…maintaining perfect has a dark side

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  8. It isn’t about what is on the outside… we often forget that.

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