I believe in the darkness
that balances light
I believe in the beauty of a kingfisher’s flight
I believe (predictably) in you
I believe (predictably) in me
I believe the kingfisher will always be free
beauty
on understanding real beauty
bee-sting lips drip honey
faux fur purse drips money
me, my pockets are fully empty
but the smile in my heart will never leave me
since then
since then
I have been of polished pebble
beautiful and strong
function non-function
the broken vase no longer holds flowers
but
the shape of its shards in the sand is pleasing
the vase was blue and held yellow spring flowers
the cat that smashed it tar black
water drains soon into dryness
I took the larger pieces
– the dust I blew into corners –
and painted bare pottery gold
laid in the garden its function has shifted
now pure adornment (if purity we know)
stop
reflect
still its being enchants me
He threw a handful of seeds in the air
He threw a handful of seeds in the air and, with a popping cracking splitting sound, from each seed flew a butterfly, crimson or golden or blue. The children’s eyes widened as butterflies landed on their heads and shoulders. “Remember this beauty forever,” he said. ‘Forever.’
I hold your beauty in my eyes
I hold your beauty in my eyes;
I hold it in my mind.
I hold your beauty in my heart;
I hold it in my memories.
There is nothing more to say.
There is nothing more to say.
You are beautiful in your bones
You are beautiful in your bones.
You are beautiful in your heart and muscle.
Your beauty shines out through your eyes, through your smile.
She arrived, beautiful
He waited for her. She arrived, beautiful. But not so beautiful as the look in his eyes when he saw her.
Love beauty beware
No rose without a thorn
No blood-red petals without the power to rip.
Weak flowers wave pale against a cotton sky
but crimson tearing is the heart.
People with beautiful eyes
People with beautiful eyes are dangerous as fire.
People with dangerous eyes are beautiful as ice.
See me, follow me, take me with you.
simonsalento 