Beauty
It is the childish birthmark upon the line of the jaw
The golden hues of teddy-bear hair where
Weak sunlight shines at just the right moment.
The delightful curve of the button nose as
Bold colours dance upon her eyes.
It is the delicate arch of collarbone just visible
Under the cream-and-roses skin
The river of gold and red and burnt orange strands through
The afternoon haziness of late summer sun like
Fire in the wind.
Beauty is the sweep of dark feathers brushing cheek and eye
The feline features of face framed with cherry locks
The yellow ochre of freckles dappled across the apples of cheek.
It is the graceful contours of lip, the crease
of her eye where sunny laughter reigns.
Beauty.
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Author:
florence arla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2017 11:07
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Welcome to MPS, florence!
I do like your beautifully written poem. It is all good, but I just love 'the crease of her eye where sunny laughter reigns'!
Thank you fredpeyer. It means a lot that you'd taken the time out of your day for the encouragement of strangers, truly a good person to the core. Sorry it's taken so long to reply. Have a wonderful evening.
WELCOME FLORENCE ~ Thanks for sharing your first poem with us. Thanks for reminding us that we are all beautiful in our own way ~ AMEN ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you for your welcome, Brian. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to reply. Have you ever heard of a silent lover? We all have them. Remember that.
Yours with great respect, florence
I wish someone would describe me like that. lol. No, but what you say is true. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and therefore, no one can say you aren't beautiful. Everyone is unique, and special in their own way. I really like this. 🙂
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