Beauty in Ugliness
What is beautiful
What is ugly
Only you can say
It is personal
The whole idea of beauty
Is a mystery
Since beauty is not to be found
In this world
Rather...
In the eye of the beholder
What is beauty after all
Is it first light of day
Is it your smile
The sparkle in your eyes
The light that shines from within
The smoothness of your dress
Buttons on your jacket
Your little pink nose
A glorious sunset
The blue of the lizard’s tail
Perhaps it is memory
The two boys who died to soon
Strong and tall
Or you, in your red bathing suit
Trailed by your little black dog
Beauty is awe of this world
For what else do we know
The sparkle of stars
The glow of the moon
Perhaps beauty is a poem
With words so carefully selected
I can “see” what you “say”
My heart stops for a long second
It takes my breath away
October 18, 2018
4 comments:
I love those moments when we can see what someone is saying, especially in a poem. I love the little pink nose in your poem! I can see it! Smiles. And the boy in his red bathing suit and his little black dog. Forever young.
Ah, this abundance of beauty is realized wonderfully in your words — I love all the images they conjure, making one understand that it is all about recognizing it because it is everywhere. :-)
-HA
This is wonderful!
A nice one.
Pat R
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