What is The Point of Such Beauty Poem, by Neville, at My poetic side

What is The Point of Such Beauty

When she entered a room she

would always

stand out and light up like some

kind of feature ..

Indeed, she then had, without

any doubt whatsoever,

an abundance of outstanding

beauty and charm

not to mention, buckets of poise ..

But did I ever once

mention, that with only the very

slightest of touches,

she would not only warm up but

lighten and fill

even the most inhospitable of

places and darkest

assembly halls, while breathing

fresh life into long,

cold and redundant boudoirs ..

But at the tail-end

of yet another, very long day ..

Time itself, decided

to pay a one-off unarranged visit

and insisted on

stealing a kiss, but it kissed too

hard, too long

and too deep until like over-ripe

wind fallen fruit

she then bruised and eventually

just withered away ..

Comments +

sorenbarrett February 19th, 2026 04:43
The ending analogy Neville is amazing. Like windfallen fruit to wither away from a kiss too long and hard is well pictured in my mind. I think I may have been there at some time. Oh but to pluck that fruit in its ripeness and with cair not to bruise taste its sweetness. It make my mouth water. A lovely write and for that last stanza a fave indeed

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