Heaven in the Details.
Perfection is rarely found in the whole.
A few brushstrokes in a corner of the painting.
A perfect line in a six stanza poem.
The stanza that lives in your head.
Just the one.
Lips. Eyes. Perfection lives in the details
for those who take the time,
do the work
For the rest,
all is lost.
About this poem
So much depends on how and what we choose to see. Don’t kid yourself, we all choose.
Inspired by listening to Paradise by John Prine yesterday. The chorus has been in my head ever since. And I have been noticing details for a day and a half now. Perfect details.
The painting is a detail of one of my paintings.