Beauty
Beauty is clear
It sounds like a flute in an empty dome
It looks like a diamond in a dung heap
It tastes like a sugar cube in a can of spam
It feels like a swan fighting to be free of its rusty cage
Beauty is a broken window
Poetry
Poetry is elegant ebony
It sounds like a beautiful melody made of weepings and groanings
It looks like a masterpiece painted in blood
It tastes like a gourmet plate of sorrows
It feels like the rhythmic beating of a broken heart
Beauty is clear
It sounds like a flute in an empty dome
It looks like a diamond in a dung heap
It tastes like a sugar cube in a can of spam
It feels like a swan fighting to be free of its rusty cage
Beauty is a broken window
Poetry
Poetry is elegant ebony
It sounds like a beautiful melody made of weepings and groanings
It looks like a masterpiece painted in blood
It tastes like a gourmet plate of sorrows
It feels like the rhythmic beating of a broken heart
Poetry is the beautiful embodiment of a wounded soul
9 comments:
What did you mean by, "Beauty is a broken window"? I could make sense of all those quotes except for that one.
With the poetry one, I really liked that one as well. I use to express my pain in my poetry to rid of it, and it always worked, but I don't need to do that as often as I use to.
Each thought you explained fit the feeling like a glove.
I'm glad you enjoyed my "running on ice" post.
Throughout this poem, i was attempting to sort of contrast true beauty with beauty that the world decides upon. The final line is more of what the world belives beauty should be. The symbolism for beauty in that last line is not so much the window but more the break in the window. The world tries to break the window to themselves by applying "beauty" to it, but you can easliy see through even a broken window. The other lines I was mostly referring to true beauty being hid by the world's beauty. Does that make sense?
Oh I see, so you're saying the world looks through a broken window when it comes to beauty?
I love that line!
- My sister Robin typed this to you on my account -
I just read this poem and almost wanted to cry. and I think your an awesome and true poet. This was certainly a open hearted letter written from your soul.
Actually I would say that the world is putting the breaks in their own windows and not even seeing it. For some reason they think that the cracks are beautiful but the obseving person with the right worldview can see right through. I say to stop the cracks and let the true beauty shine!
Thank you Kaitie! I know that this is so cliche, but that does really mean a lot coming from you. You are one of my biggest writing role models!
Tell her thank you for me! I really appreciate that!
Thank you, Dillon! And this is so cliche, but YOUR MOM is my writing hero...
Just kidding.
But really, that means a lot. We should workshop over break...like go to some trendy places and seek some tru inspirAsh...and perhaps some tru collaborAsh...
oh, and one more thing...
YEOWLS!
wat is the malapropism in this poem ?
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