APED – Prompt 30: There’s No Beauty Here

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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

 

 

 

 

The Thankful Beggar . . .

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Dreams may not have led me here.
My head, I lay on bed austere.
But each day as I rise from sleep,
From my bed, I quickly leap.
For I find myself –a king of kings
Despite not having worldly things
For simple, though, my life may seem,
I still have a place to sleep and dream.
So worry not, for where I lie
But remember as you pass me by
Those who are the most content,
Are thankful for each blessing sent.
(C) SJ – 2015