Bottle true beauty that moves a man’s heart
So that that which is bottled serves to remind
Men tempted to stray, to stay and to chart
A fresh course, away from false pleasures, find
A new way to be free from shallow, blind,
Shoulders soft, draped in an opaque slack gown,
Her intentions to please, fleece, and then leave town.
Capture the elegance where grace and charm
Can be modeled and emulated by
Those who have killed vice and who do no harm:
Breathtaking, well formed, fit to adorn high
Places like churches and chapels where Thy
Beatitudes promise a glorified life
Of infinite symmetry without strife.
Contain the stunning so that it can be
Inspected, turned over, kept close at hand,
Held up against fraud so that all may see
And pine and long for the highest good: stand
In the presence of the Summum Bonum, land
Where the beautiful radiate and glow,
And walk with Our Lady in the Grotto.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: January 7th, 2023 08:54
- Comment from author about the poem: My muse: “They Flee from Me” by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Comments1
Good write Gary.
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