Mosaic

I am a mosaic

Of the discarded pieces

Of other people’s lives

In the things they hate

I see so much beauty

Because I cherish the truth

In all my many layers and colors I am hard to view

Like an early morning reflection

Glimpsed by mistake

Before we put on our layers of paint

To embrace me is to admit imperfection

To love me

Is to love you

I am the mosaic

Of disregarded truth

Reviews

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

You have a most wonderful gift with using words to allow others to see the truth of life how it really is. You paint the most wonderful verbal pictures that draw one in and captivate them with your raw honesty and slowly we read...slowly we see...just how beautiful imperfection can be! Most wonderful writer you are.

[JourneyBlu]

Thank you so much for your kind review. It is amzaing to be able to connect with someone on that level! I really appriciate you taking the time to share in my experiences!

[Texas Greg]

Aye! A lover of the truth and artist that sees the beauty of imperfection...
I'd drop caps at beginning of each line unless it begins a sentence as it isn't really done nowadays and break it up for impact. You will notice a couple other minor changes to make it less verbose and keep rythm. These are merely suggestions and in no way reflect on your poetic prowess. It's a wonderful piece as is and hope you don't take offense. I view writing, (especially poetry), as a sort of fingerprint. All authors have unique qualities that make them their own. Oh-on the last line: Caps or bold letters aren't necessary in writing when a statement is made as the meaning should come through subtly but with the force of what was conveyed. IMO, your last line was excellent and in no need of a larger font...just separated for impact.


Super job!

Greg :-)

P.S. I grew up in Audubon, IA :-)

I am a mosaic
from the discarded pieces
of other people's lives.

In the things they hate,
I see much beauty
because I cherish the truth.

In all my many layers and colors
I am hard to view -
Like an early morning reflection
glimpsed by mistake
before we put on our layers of paint.

To embrace me is to admit imperfection.
To love me
is to love yourself.

I am the mosaic
of disregarded truth.

[JourneyBlu]

Thanks for the insights. I appreciate them. Regarding the last line, I didn't actually do anything to make the font bigger, it just did that when I pasted. In my file it's all the same size. Maybe I'll see if I can't get that changed.