old man with broad smile
married 50 years and says
look at my wife there
as lovely as day we met
love always sees true beauty
beauty
no need to supersize…
the smallest wildflower
like the flickering of hope
proves life’s beautiful
an old question…
facing the prophet
a man asked what’s life about
choices the reply
either you grasp life’s beauty
or ask questions about life
spring #8…
spring’s
true beauty
is not in the grandiose
gardens of versailles
nor
make-believe rose gardens
in
washington
but
rather
in the small wildflowers
growing
close
to ground
a mass
of
common beauty
so
easily
overlooked
simple words #9…
a picture
of hate may be viewed
from every possible angle
and still no beauty found
unplugged #2…
mountain morning mist
fresh breath of life’s true beauty
a sweet reminder
appreciation 101..
i was
explaining
to aunt bea
how the dean
at the university
had set aside
a whole semester
to discuss
how
we
as
society
should
redefine
our concepts
of beauty
aunt bea
said
beauty
does not
need
to be
redefined
but
recognized
common…
walking by each day
he did not see its beauty
until it was gone
to those seeking…
copyright cwmartin 2012
anger blocks the view
of the beauty of this world
release the anger
while listening to penguins…
digital decoupage cwmartin 2012
first
one
firefly
suddenly
another
and
another
soon
a hundred
perhaps
thousands
swirling in the breeze
wrapping around the moon
caressing it like a lover
sky aglow
a shooting star
from orion’s bow
pierces the night
then
the symphony
begins
owls
join
the coyote’s song
while frogs
sing bass
and i
breathe
in the beauty
of the night
and
bask in
the wonders
of
my
wingless
flight
This poem was inspired by Gabrielle Bryden’s post on November 29, 2011 where she introduced me to the Penguin Cafe Orchesta (http://www.youtube.com/watchv=NPpRJoYISSQ&feature=player_embedded) … Listening to the music engendered the above poem…please stop by her site (http://gabriellebryden.wordpress.com/) to feel inspired too….cheers!
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