.
Beauty is a speck of dust
stuck to the fur of a honeybee
buzzing around my head
trying to get to me
but can't.
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Beauty is not a question
more an answer. Like love
it happens and you
know it's presence. Feel
good that beauty
stopped by for a chat.
.
Critics and self-appointed
philosophers have described
beauty page by page
ad nausium, but beauty
unaware of her fame
simply smirks
and exists.
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Lady A
08-25-13
1:14p
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The title caught me (I like
The title caught me (I like word play). Really liked the opening strophe. Beauty seems like one of those things in such metaphor, precious, and seeming to ride on something that can sting (much like the rose and its thorns). I like that you mention that beauty is trying to reach you, but it can't, as if the speaker is the one in the right.
Thanks 4 The Read
Your comment is welcome and now a part of me. Thanks for stopping by - Lady A
Nice, lady A! Loved this. :)
Nice, lady A! Loved this. :)
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Hi H Woman
Thanks for comin' for a visit. Love the blue bus pix. Gladulikedthepoem. Hugz and (sorry there is no smiley face with a santa hat or a russian hat, fall/winter are coming.) - Lady A