Each day the face of beauty changes
One day a simple flowery bud.
tomorrow, a man with muscles shiny.
Today I think its quiet skies
that look like rivers broad and serene
As bits of frothy clouds waft by
without a trace of ripple.
Tomorrow one can only guess
What causes my eye for beauty to open.
It may be nature’s subtle color or a grand child’s
smiling chocolate eyes.
Whatever it is I want to enjoy
The splendor that is life’s wonder.
Let all that be my eyes sure palate.
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Reviews of "The face of beauty"
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 5, 2007
tomorrow, a man with muscles <----yup that's my day
So sweet a write this is. There are many faces of beauty, one needs only to look. Enjoyed.
Be safe,
Karen
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2007
Wonderful work here...
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2007
Lovely and profound in its simplicity.
Elizabeth
Reviewed by Lucas Wottrich (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2007
We can see without understanding and understand without seeing.
Let us all discard our preconceptions and see the world for the first time, as it is, and nothing more. True beauty is simple and without context.
I love the sentiment of your' poem, like seeing through the eyes of a child. I can feel the optimism.
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I especially like "a grandchild's smiling chocolate eyes."
Connie
Be safe,
Karen
Elizabeth
Let us all discard our preconceptions and see the world for the first time, as it is, and nothing more. True beauty is simple and without context.
I love the sentiment of your' poem, like seeing through the eyes of a child. I can feel the optimism.