Yes – I know I already wrote about the prompt. I did not slip into a fit of amnesia! For those who are new here – this poem was written for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. For yesterday’s prompt – we were given a beautiful quote by Helen Keller (above).
I guess sometimes things stick with me – as did this quote and its meaning. I was just sitting around and all of a sudden this poem came to me. I hope you don’t mind that I wrote twice for this prompt. It is definitely a different take on the matter! If you want to read my previous attempt at this prompt, please meander on over to How the Heart Interprets. I hope you find this poem a worthwhile revisit of the prompt.
Hands on hips
You wonder why
Where’s all the beauty gone?
Thrown out as trash
there’s beauty here
yet everyone looks on.
A woman – with – no eyes to see
Yet songs of beauty she does speak
Spreads ‘cross the sky like setting sun
In song you falter – the words are weak.
And eyes you have – a better view
What beauty do they portray?
With empty eyes and empty heart
No beauty here – they look away.
A man whose words you cannot hear
With lips he cannot say
Yet his colors flow like poetry
While he paints a brand new day.
And lips – you have – perchance
to speak – to tell all who can hear
your words – a wasteland filled with trash
declare “no beauty here.”
A child – no legs to stand upon
No way to walk away
On fitted legs – he’ll chase the wind
he begs to run and play.
With two legs – you still stand tall
Yet where do those legs lead?
Do you fill the outstretched hand
Or ignore those souls in need?
Thankful not – for all you’re blessed
Beauty – you will never see
Fancy dressed – yet clothes you lack
For beauty is a reflection of thee.
© S. J. 2015