About This Imperfect Poet

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 10

About This Imperfect Poet

Each day, reach to write a poem
find a home deep in
forest of letters
and words.

Propel my way through
this process until
I can feel the poem
is finished.

Then push the publish
button to “preview”
this latest in long line
of creation.

Only to find a few
places that might need
a flourish or two, an extra word
here or there,

or some that need
to be gotten rid of
completely and replaced

Forever knowing in both
head and heart, that this
constant need to reach
that pinnacle of perfection

can never be truly accomplished.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/10/2019

Process Notes: Human beings are perfectly imperfect creatures. If we were to ever reach that pinnacle of perfection, we would be no more than human beings guilty of the sin of hubris, perhaps thinking we had somehow become gods. Although there are always those who walk among us, thinking they have accomplished that reality, there are always far more that are more than willing to logically and coherently disprove that “fact”. Ask any artist if she is ever completely satisfied with her finished work. She’ll tell you that she took it as far as she could and must be satisfied with that. If not, she would immediately stop doing her art. She would have no reason to continue. When I came online this morning, the only thought in my head was, “here we go again.” And that thought became the poem. I am perfectly happy to be imperfect. I already know I don’t have the necessary content to be a god. The power alone would kill me. I’d much rather be here and to keep reaching. It means I’m still alive, still in process.

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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6 Responses to About This Imperfect Poet

  1. Marianne says:

    I love this piece, Elizabeth! As a writer, I appreciate and understand your process. I feel like I’m never done reworking and making changes. I need to learn how to leave a poem alone, and be satisfied that I’ve done my best. ❤️

    I had to laugh when I read your comment, Marianne. I’ve spent the last year putting together a book of poetry and prose, and the temptation to rework was constant. And yes, I did engage it more often than I’d like to admit. Had a lot of self-talks about the impossibility of perfection, but it didn’t do much good. I believe that is one of the reasons I love the online writing community. At some point you either post it, or not. Could also be why I’ve not worked on a book until now. It’s also the reason why I consider any posting here to be no more than drafts, lol.

    Thanks Marianne,


  2. annell4 says:

    Yes, you are perfectly imperfect. As Goldie Locks would say, you are “Just right.” As are your poems…if I have given my best, perhaps that is enough. Loved your poem.

    Thanks Annell, and yes, I agree it is enough.



  3. I love this poem! I am writing from the same place. I give thanks that the words, however imperfect, keep coming as they come from our hearts, and our experience. Loved this, my friend!

    Sherry, got caught up in reading our Soul Card Journey and burnt my dinner, lol. Not sure that would make a good poem, but forgetfulness and foolishness are very common human experiences. And during NaPo almost anything is game. Glad you liked it.



  4. Marianne says:

    I’m back again, Elizabeth. I do feel like posting for NaPo is like sharing a first or second draft! And the reason I’ve never been able to put a book together, even if just for my children, is BECAUSE I CAN’T STOP EDITING! Every time I read one of my poems, I see something that I must change immediately. It’s like going down a rabbit hole. I, too, have had so many “talks” with myself about the futility of reworking a poem TOO MUCH! I fear I’ve reached an impasse where that elusive book is concerned! Good for you for getting it done! ❤️

    Marianne, so glad to hear that. It is an ever present issue. And just for the record, the book is not done. I’m putting the finishing touches on it (she laughs hysterically). But I am far closer than I have ever been. Almost 250 pages and I’ve promised myself I won’t go past that number. There are certain pieces I won’t touch and am hard pressed to figure out why. That’s almost as curious as the constant reworking. Creativity is a wondrous, but arduous thing. But it does keep us moving and doing, and maybe that’s just the way it’s supposed to be,


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  5. neil reid says:

    thought some days back I do a poem with the line, “no, you can’t make me”. about this month you know. and not that anyone ever made me write anything. just internalized of course. sort of a macro-editor perhaps? but then, I did something else. just how does one fit a see-saw inside a head? yet there it sits. and I’m still not “saying” I’m doing anything April-wise. but there’s a what (hunger or thirst or sense of who I want to be, WTF). so I celebrate your own willingness to be and do what you are doing here. process matters, huh! good for you.

    Neil, here’s a secret for you. Most mornings, on the way to this desk, I have that same thought, “no, you can’t make me”. That’s my rebellious streak and I choose to ignore it. I haven’t been posting for almost a year and was very iffy about NaPo and saying I would do so. It seemed like such a heavy commitment. Of course, we’re only into the second week, but if I’m honest, it feels good to get back into this process even though I feel really rusty most days. Don’t feel that I’ve even gotten close to my old stride, or swing, but I’m at least stretching some of those muscles. And each day I find that I breathe more deeply and am smiling more often. That isn’t the process, so much as finding that one who went missing a year ago. Some days she looks like a total invalid, but most days she is also smiling with me. And I for one, am absolutely glad to see you doing the same. Old horses, new tricks? Lol.


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  6. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth, we are perfectly, imperfect. And l love this piece.


    Glad to hear that, Pamela. Now if I could curb that need to explain, I might even find my way to the end of this month. I know it is my own inner desire to make my meaning clear and even know where it comes from. My family called me liar because I saw things differently than they did. I eventually came to see it as a gift, but they never could. That is their loss. Yet, that child in me still insists on explaining her motives. I’m so glad I just said all of that. It really helps to clear the air.



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