What is beautiful
Is subjective
But also, infinitely open
timeless
A Tango foot
Calculated creeping up a calf
Forain in an empty gallery
Literary solitude
Theatre’s gaiety
Red lips, long legs
Leverage for power and place
Bossy blondes stir my blood;
I am Lebanese after all
Intelligence tempered with kindness
Socratic prodding holds captive sway
Gesturing in reverie over Kafka
The hands of my grandfather
Reside rent-free
Arthritis is arresting
Old fingers, familiar, gnarled
Shape light in new ways
No deformity
Lanugo’s white fluff, quick to disappear
Dutifully documented
Laughable redundancy
My mind replays the flutter with ease
My own reflection
This jawline has never been tight
But my eyes are green and my lips are full
I might qualify for a short while longer
Holding sway in human places
Mighty temples demand
Awe and grace
Hand-hewn stone
Expertly wrought by scarred hands
Conjuring gods into existence with an idea and blood
Sweaty craftsmen with a paunch are beautiful too
Fuzzy bees preside over raspberry canes
Poppies in profusion; a conquest
Worth the effort required in zone 4
Mud puddle divinations
Home, sunlight maps the wall
A cat on my lap
Hanging space between piano notes
Strung together into exquisite feeling
Top-notch observations
Interlace beauty into the weft
Of my arras
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
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Marie, this was absolutely incredible. You encapsulate both the awe and human incredulity of beauty while simultaneously criticizing its fleeting futility. You are such a talented poet; I’m so honored to have found your work! Welcome to Vocal! ♥️