Beauty
Everything has it, not everybody sees it.
I, not first to think that thought,
Confucius thought it. brought
From times primeordial, but
Viewed inherently and quietly.
What is it that one means to say?
Beauty, and our duty to believe it
If not see it.
As I grow (and i mean older)
Beauty rests upon my shoulder.
Not the smoulder, solder glue of passion,
Nor the chains of fashion
But the cool observance
Of just looking and enjoying.
That’s the lesson.
Everywhere in everyone.
Limitless the zone;
The crooked nose, the limping guy,
The crosseyed eye…whatever.
Perhaps beauty sees as beauty is,
And if you see the charm in this
Then you are seeing beauty too –
Somehow.
Beauty 10.8.2022 Pure Nakedness II; I Is Always You Is We We Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 