DrNaturegirl
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Poet, author, artist, baker, photographer. Keen gardner & veg grower, advocate for nature and the underdog. All year open water swimmer, thalassophile, indie book publisher. Social & environmental justice now! Not a naturist! https://linktr.ee/Debhandmade
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For this week's #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe with thanks as ever to our host @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to everyone.
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Time for another #poemsabout day and the theme this week is #ImperfectMe
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Wear the Gloves by Dawn McLachlan

In those muddled days after When all was opened doors
And emptied drawers
I remember them
Butter-soft and finest leather
Stitching like the whisper of the needle
Wrapped still in silvered tissue
Faded tags of festive gifting
Unworn
Saved for a "best" too late to know So if you think me too showy
With misplaced colours and gaudy cloth
Fine jewellery worn for no good reason
It is because I have learned to Wear the damn gloves
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I've opted for brevity for this week's #PoemsAbout prompt, #ImperfectMe - thanks, as ever, to @alanparrywriter.co.uk for hosting! @thebrokenspine.co.uk

I'll be reading/reposting/replying later

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Screenshot of this week's poem - a haiku/senryū addressing this week's prompt - the desktop background (but you can't really tell) is a low-orbit satellite picture of a cloudy Earth.

Imperfect Me

In the mirror, look
Decisions, most of them bad
Reflect back at me

© Dave Kurley 2025
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The storylines on my face and hands, the quirks of my nature. Listen with your eyes to a tale of a slow and glorious imperfection.
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I am delighted that my #poem Resurrection is published today in @eunoiareview.bsky.social

Just in time for @hool415.bsky.social’s #PromptCombo theme #Visitor & @thebrokenspine.co.uk & @alanparrywriter.co.uk’s #PoemsAbout theme #imperfectme

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Resurrection

A ladybird glistens on a tuft tiny tomato in the dew spat out M&M drop of blood. Buried, he always returns. Unseen hands knead her daily. She licks rustiness, a trickle at the corner of her mouth. Her eye compresses. He calls her name. The voice stumbles her in breath clenched. She…
Resurrection
A ladybird glistens on a tuft tiny tomato in the dew spat out M&M drop of blood. Buried, he always returns. Unseen hands knead her daily. She licks rustiness, a trickle at the corner of her mouth. Her eye compresses. He calls her name. The voice stumbles her in breath clenched. She wonders what bands will swaddle the rebirths down,
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This is my contribution to this weeks #poemsabout #imperfectme - a bit of silliness really but ai enjoyed writing it.

With thanks as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the prompt.
Friendship

Buy it
You deserve it
It's just your colour
It's only money don't worry about it

Skip work
Let's go outside
And dance in the sunshine 
Raise our faces to the sky

Eat the cake 
Have another
Cake is good for the soul
Calories don't count when your standing up

Let's go out tonight
Have a drink
Have another
Go on how often do you get to let your hair down

My best friends
You imperfect me
Don't ever stop
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Time for another #FridayPoem

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Pareidolia
By Dawn McLachlan 

We threw our wishes into holes in the ground
And fast flowing rivers
Coins dropped into wet darkness
Warmed by fervent hope
And tumbled over faces in the stones
In clouds we saw the lost
The longed for
And angelic outreach
In the sacred spaces 
Candles lit with prayers 
And blown out with fingers crossed
Sticky with sugar wrapped sentiment 
And rules to tell no one 
We wrote our lists to things of myth 
For a different time
A different place
Where wishes were horses
And distant planets stared back at us
Our desire to see Jesus in the toast
When all we had was burnt bread
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From 2011, sharing for #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe. Always enlightening to read old poems and see how you've changed or not... Thanks as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for hosting 🖤
A poem titled 'Stand Down' by Francesca L Rolle:
Never darker than the night,
Never brighter than the day,
Just a dim bulb in a sea of flowers,
Swamped with the past,
Too shallow for change,
And not ready,
Too afraid, to step up to the game.
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I wasn't going to do this #PoemsAbout until ten minutes ago. #imperfectme seems so self-evident. So that's what I said.
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A piece from my would-be manuscript (probably now a zine series because I'm now a zine-obsessed twaffle) "Behind the Mirror". A bit more simplistic than my usual fair, but it's got a hopeful side to it that you may appreciate. Enjoy 🤗

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Behind the mirror
sits the woman
I hope to become

So much more a sister
a daughter, a partner, a friend
so much more than the sum

of all my pieces
once jagged now soft
from trying to put me together again.

Even a shattered prism
shows a rainbow cavalcade
when put to the light.

Behind the mirror
sits the woman
I hope to become

From this shade
of past folly
a paragon of future promise


-Lin Hart
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"Ties That Bind".

(Written in 2015.)

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I walked in dust and sunlight
through a village stricken by disease;
the dead lay still and fly blown,
and the dying reached out hopelessly for help.
       They weren’t my people, though,
       and so I carried on and didn’t stop.

Coming to a town I saw a football ground;
a crowd were on their knees,
down on the parched and cracking earth.
Their captors set to work to slaughter them
with rifles and machetes —
       but they were not my people,
       so I carried on and didn’t stop.

At last I reached a city; avenues and boulevards
led down between tall buildings
to a harbour and a modern port.
The buildings, though, were pockmarked
and their windows smashed; the roads
were littered with the burnt out wrecks of cars,
and bodies lay on pavements and in doorways.
       As they weren’t my people, though,
       I carried on and didn’t stop.

I found a ship about to sail, and bartered
with the captain for a berth. The voyage
lasted days, and as they passed I felt the air
change, smelt familiar taints upon the wind,
until we made our landfall.
Finally I walked among a crowd who had
no interest in my life, my pains and joys,
who passed me in the street as though I wasn’t there. 
       And for the first time in an age
       I could relax among my people.
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Thanks again @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for an excellent #PoemsAbout prompt #ImperfectMe. Here's a poem about the imperfection of yielding to hope over experience
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For #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe on #worldmentalhealthday, here's one of mine posted here earlier this year 🤜🤛
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Insecurity alert

We can argue the toss
over separations
and losses, but this much
is for sure – I am insecurely

attached. Mostly I depend upon
your warmth and acclaim
to scaffold the edifice
of my ramshackle sense of self.

But hey – no pressure!
It's not like you owe me any
special consideration – no need,
as such, to frack my mudrock offerings

for depth or distinction.
I'm not proud – I can do
naked and abandoned in the void
every bit as easily.
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I did a second poem for #poemsabout because I wasn’t totally in love with the first one #poetry #domesticviokenceawareness

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My contribution to #poemsabout #imperfectme
It's a piece that I've been meaning to write for a few weeks but never got round to it, so thank you
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For the push.

This is

Cracks In the Mirror

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It stares at me, from the other side of an empty room,
A face familiar, but still unrecognizable.
Silvered glass, which was not cracked last time I looked upon it
Now shattered into fragments, in each one an impostor. 

A thousand faces trapped within; not one is whom I seek,
It stares at me, from the other side of an empty room
And I stare back, wondering who this man before me is
The man with cracks that crawl across his myriad of masks. 

I know him not; I never have, but somehow he knows me
His crooked smiles, and weary eyes drill deep into my soul
He stares at me, from the other side of an empty room
From in between the cracks; a man I thought I used to know. 

Once upon a time I saw my own face in the mirror
A bright and beaming smile; that was who I'd always be,
But somehow I cant see him in the faces of the beast
That stares at me, from the other side of this still empty room.
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corrected a couple of bloopers! huge thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk for hosting #PoemsAbout #imperfectme