Beauty
What describes pleasure
Without intention
Sans it’s own aspiration
Perceived
Is more than it was
Before it was beautiful
A purity of sightfulness
Drunk without forethought
And seeping into our very being
Replacing the shadowy crevices
Taking away darkness
Warming the spaces long cobwebbed
With the deepest breath
Flooding through
I’m published. Are you?
This tread was meant to be a poetry tag. Are you trying to usurp it as Trixie did the other thread? Maybe not. Maybe you just don’t get poetry. I wish I could say something to persuade you of its value. You like songs? They are poetry put to music. Rap is poetry.
One day called life I walked the human zoo.
A lion roared, king to himself at least.
A songbird sang of heavens she once flew;
It saddened me to hear both bird and beast
Cry through their bars to one they thought released.
I answered them with thoughts such sadness brings:
“I also have a cage. Teach me your hearts.
What makes the song our little prisoner sings?
What gives the confidence the lion imparts?”
“Some days”, they said, “When we are fast asleep.
We dream a turnkey comes to watch and weep.
So let us dream a hope and hoping wait
For dreams in which compassion moves our gate.”