let us leave
all other things
unfinished
figures emerging half-formed
from the stone
clay still marred by bumps
and fingerprints
brushstrokes broad and
uneven
nails sticking out of the wood
shoes untied
only let me tell you
about my love
and how it too is
unfinished
unpolished
unapologetic
willing to consume
anything and everything
that grows like a choking weed
between us
——
Words and Feathers 
The idea of leaving things unfinished is quite romantic. Leaves a door open even though in our hearts we know it is really closed. xo
Thank you. It is kind of romantic. Of course nothing is ever really over, is it?
Nice write up
Beautifully written
Thank you so much.
So much honesty in your words. Incomplete projects, relationships, puzzles, etc really frustrate me. I like things wrapped up in neat packages, but I know sometimes things can’t be compartmentalized.
I think everything is incomplete. We never really finish anything. Except ice cream. We always run out of ice cream.
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Bravo. This has some serious wabisabi that I can identify with. Lovely poem.
Thank you!
This is beautiful. Especially the turn of “only”–and how the last stanza supports and refutes everything else.
Thank you š!