The Vision of Blindness

image: Duane Michals

The Mag #110

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." ~Confucius

Beauty is at its most brilliant

when touched by the hands of the blind.

No mirror can capture it.

Nor eye behold it completely

without suffering from sightlessness

the eye with a keen spectacle view

only envisions what is amiss.



Beauty Can Be A Beast

image by Sarolta Ban

The Mag #107

Sometimes a woman's greatest strength

can be a man's biggest weakness

for many a man has lost it all

focusing on one beautiful face.

A Vision To Behold

Magpie #59

"Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked."  ~Ralph Ellison

I held her once my fickle friend before she had to flee

It seemed a mere moment that I could never seize

The only grasp I could hope to hold would never suffice

For beauty is a wayward kind that leaves before goodbyes

The only way to capture her and keep her in one place

Is a snapshot or paint and canvas held within a picture frame.

 

The Artistry of God

Magpie # 57

God loved the flowers and invented soil.  Man loved the flowers and invented vases.  ~Variation of a saying by Jacques Deval

You did not get here all by yourself my beautiful friend

every garden once had a beloved gardener

and each falling leaf once had a limb

the earth at times may seem parched

as the winds blow hard

but your petals hold a purpose

right here where you are.



Also sharing with lovely Emily at Imperfect Prose

Bad Has No Color

Bad has no color

ugly has no face

jealousy has no honor

judgement has no grace

rightiousness has no medals

integrity has no lies

love has no expectations

humility has no pride

mercy has no limitations

wisdom has no haste

anger has no whispers

mankind has no race

ignorance has no eyes

hate has no place

for bad has nor color

and beauty has no face.

One Shot Wednesday (A paradise for poets and writers.)

How To Know Beauty

Poets United a great site for Poets that blog.

Think Tank Prompt #5

You don't need a salon, golden highlights, or curls.

Put away your diamonds, cashmere, and the pearls.

Throw out your mascara, all your powder, and creams.

They only mask what lies underneath.

For the only regimen you really need to start, is to bestow, and behold beauty
through the eyes of your heart.

Underneath a Faded Quilt

Her hands have become too shaky to stitch the detailed quilt,
yet her heart in its many years stands gracefully still.

Her eyes have lost their keen vision to connect the needle with the thread,
yet her spirit can see the glistening of life's beauty that is ahead.

Her strength is slowly unraveling making her too weak to spend hours on her work,
yet the hems of her soul are still as strong as her worth.

Her outer beauty has lost it's luster, like the fading of a cloth,
yet underneath her beauty is greater than it was.

I can see her life now as not an ending sunset, but instead the beginning of the dawn,
for underneath a faded quilt the stitches still stand strong.


For Aunt Margaret