I’ve struggled my whole life with the concept of beauty
Or its male equivalent
Because it seemed unfair that it didn’t apply to me
But I’m a sound-oriented person
So I gave myself up to beauty in music
And spoken words
Nobody who knows me in real life thinks of me as a poet
I am known as a pianist
And as a public speaker
Or even as a mathematician
Which is kind of ironic
I’ve almost always hated the way I look
But whether speaking or listening
I lose myself in the absorption or creation
Of words
The music and the flow of them
And when I’m out here browsing blogs
I love the melody of people’s lives
The harmony of their dreams
Even the discords of circumstance
Because beauty, to me
Is found in our striving
To be better
Not just in perfections, so-called
That we attain
But in the desire
To live better
To reach more
To bring order to our chaos
And to be the best versions of ourselves
As we were all meant to do
Aw, that made me feel better about life. 🙂 Hence, you MUST be a poet!
Beautiful, Owen
Thank you, Rita.
so hard to be-so thank you for believing it possible.
Thanks for re-blogging this Owen.
I paint to music and have to dance too. And, i love your way with words and melodies. Can there be beauty in our souls or simply in our desire to be creative humans?
Time to pick up that bit of crayon left!
There is so much beauty in music and words. I am also a pianist and a poet:) and a ICU Nurse by profession. I resonate with everything you said. And I agree with you on what beauty is… it is the magic of peoples lives and dreams and acts of goodness, it is getting lost in Chopin or the perfect string of words.