Imperfect Creatures

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted
for anyone.  
Although, faces of men whisper of experience
between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,
step right in.
Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,
when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,
were we supposed to hold hands?
Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up
in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile
when reading what’s been said.
We wait for justice, and then roll over
playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons
learned from each moment.
Is this not a step towards
what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture,
perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures.

Reviews

[Garfield Rupe]

This Poem is very beautiful. The author undoubtedly is aware that all humans are imperfect creatures. They wouldn't be human if they were perfect,because our imperfections is what make us humans The sixth and seventh stanzas hit home for me

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture
perhaps because,we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures

[Rene Velez]

so true and said so well Neva, sometimes we have to step back and reassess ourselves.

[Aidz]

I really like this one from you Neva, questioning the imperfect.. confronting even

[Muse]

Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Well penned.....it's human nature to pursue what feels good. Selfish by design. Some are blessed to recognize this fault and make an effort to improve apon this; while others do not.

[EMF]

Incredible, as always. A poem that deals as much with acceptance of what we can't or can't be bothered to change. But underneath a rale against the shadows of the night. And while we may be imperfect creatures, could perfection be bland? Am I talking twaddle? who knows. But the poem is terrific and I loved every last second of it.

[unknown]

Imperfect creatures being perfect within our own skin :) being the best we can be.

[Audrey Howitt]

Beautifully done Neva! I think the universe is sending messages to me about acceptance. This is what your poem said to me today--

[Shep]

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Loves this paragraph

This poem is writen with style and poies. nicely done.

[Joe Shetina]

We can't understand the imperfections of the world until we can look inside ourselves and see that we are not perfect. Beautiful writing.

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This is so lovely, I really enjoyed this write and that picture wow,
So awesome.

[EMMIE]

I HAVE TO SAY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS POEM, BUT THAT LAST STANZA IS MY FAVORITE! IT REALLY SPEAKS A THOUSAND WORDS. OFTEN WE TRY TO FORGET OR WE "...refuse to see ourselves
as we are..." THAT IS SO POWERFUL.