“Italian Perfection”
Painting by Dreama Tolle Perry
From dailypainters.com
there is no perfect poem
no perfect man
with perfect pen
to draw together perfect words
and yet I keep on writing
through my faults
with perfect hope
the folly of a perfect fool
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Poesy plus Polemics 
yet no perfect reader but enjoy your imperfections so well.
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thanks kindly
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Perfection within a muse re imperfection perhaps?
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it must be so
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It seems that everywhere I turn these days, I’m confronted by notions of the beauty of imperfections, and I just love that. Nice poem.
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I feel sad for those who can’t recognize this
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So Wonderful 🙂 Blessings~
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thanks kindly
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Paul, this is perfectly wonderful . . . And perfectly true . . .
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you have my perfect gratitude
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For me, it’s like golf … I try to be the least imperfect I can be.
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so, is par perfect?
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For me it would be exceptional.
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It’s the imperfections that make us unique. Lovely and true 🙂
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thanks kindly, Lulu
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I LOVE THIS!
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I’m so pleased that you do
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I see no folly in your talent. Write on
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appreciate the encouragement
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Such honesty in this poem. Perfect 🙂
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thank you kindly
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I really relate to this one. Thanks.
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appreciate that
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Yet if this is the folly of the perfect fool, then I should very much like such perfection! 🙂
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I appreciate that very much
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It’s my pleasure – I love your poetry 🙂
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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I would never call anything associated with your poetry a folly of any kind. Rather close to perfection. Merry Christmas, Paul, to you and your family.
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you’re always so kind – same to you and yours, ellen
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me too! have a very Merry Christmas Paul!!! 🙂
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same to you and yours, DuBois
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you can call me Deb… 🙂 have a safe New Year!
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thanks, Deb – same to you
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I love the acceptance in this poem, and always love another read of your beautiful poetry.
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that makes the work of writing worthwhile
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I love this one again, and still.
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thanks dearly, morrow
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The perfect fool. This is one status we can all hope to attain. 🙂
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thanks for the laugh
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I can relate to this ‘perfectly’!
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ha ha – glad it worked for you
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