The moment is a perfect one
Of wildness and rapture;
But some things are more beautiful
Than I have words
To capture
Tag: Beauty
The Heart That Knows The Truth
Of what’s to come she can’t be sure,
But she’s seen love and been alone —
The heart that knows the truth is pure,
And has a beauty all
Its own
To share is human:
Flowers in the Window
So many blast their music loud,
But will not put their flowers in the window;
They show their anger to the world,
But act as though their kindness was too fragile to be shared
But some we find who are not so,
What beauty they can share, they do it, always;
And add such colors to our world
As help us go to places we would ne’er before have dared
To share is human:
I’ve Sought Out Beauty
I’ve sought out beauty all my life
In words and deeds and music:
But many, gifted with its grace,
Go on to just abuse it
But then there’s you, my friend. I see
You take it on, entire —
And turn it into kindness; so
To take
Your beauty
Higher
To share is human:
Someone Beautiful
Sometimes, what I write’s fiction, and
Sometimes, what I write’s fact:
Right now, I think, I’d like to keep it real —
I married someone beautiful,
That’s something I am not:
I think I got the good end
Of the deal
[Having said that, the above is not a picture of my actual wife, who has forbidden me to use her real pictures on this blog. – Owen]
To share is human:
The Battle of Silk Batik
(Inspired by “The Battle of Blenheim“, by Robert Southey. – Owen)
So many lives cut short for causes
No one can recall –
So many, rallied to the trumpets,
Gone beneath the pall –
So many, barely risen, when
It came their time to fall –
But men die in their seasons;
And wars do not need reasons
But many spend their mortal days
In pastimes much more meek –
Pursuing beauty as they can,
Engaging in technique –
In pottery or carpentry
Or making silk batik –
For beauty born in season
Is its own kind of reason;
And far beyond war’s measure
Is just one moment’s
Pleasure
To share is human:
Shaded Silver Persian
Silver and clear-green
Luxury
Shy in high estate
To share is human:
Poem by Request
She said:
“Write me a poem.
Make it short and have it rhyme.”
She wishes she felt beautiful,
But doesn’t
Most the time
It strange: she’s very lovely,
Very smart, and quick and kind;
But thinks she should be more.
I think she is
Out of
Her mind
