Untitled to Beauty
If Beauty is beautiful, Then my eyes are numb from that which adorns it.And when loveliness claims a thought from my eye,I know it won't last, dying at the hands of Another's blink.Within Their lake of black and white words,I harvest hues of unseen worlds.Perhaps beauty is not in the Beholder's eye,But in the threads of what we see,And some open eyes, weighted by the muteness of life,Can only look down.I don't like to come right out with what I'm saying, but this is one of the few poems I've written that I take seriously. Beauty is more common than some of us think. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 04:18 PM PST 0 • 10
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"If Beauty is beautiful, Then my eyes are numb from that which adorns it.And when loveliness claims a thought from my eye,I know it won't last, dying at the hands of Another's blink.Within Their lake of black and white words,I harvest hues of unseen worlds.Perhaps beauty is not in the Beholder's eye,But in the threads of what we see,And some open eyes, weighted by the muteness of life,Can only look down.I don't like to come right out with what I'm saying, but this is one of the few poems I've written that I take seriously. Beauty is more common than some of us think...."