Beauty Bowl
By Poe Etiquette
Where sows thy seeds, oh beauty bowl?
And Where, thy fairest lilly knoll?
And canst thou still a beating clock?
With thy will, span history's epoch?
Or is it true, thy heart is held
Not in time or mountain's fields
But beneath the timid flitting lids
Of lovestruck Venus-favored maids
And shinning out from in their smiles
Spread your crafty passion-wiles?
If no, then where may you be found
If not in women's faces bound
Perhaps, though, we may test your worth
In the innocence of birth
In sanguine hope, and newness, dear
There shall we find your presence, near?
No not in any sensuous form
Perhaps, then in a mem'ry, torn
In pain or at the end of youth
You rest your seeds upon this truth
For hope, of pain and sadness, bought
Is sure, more precious than the lot
Of riches, loves, and blessed dole
For it can see the spectrum, whole
It may well be we love the best
When after, we are laid to rest
And only after hunter's pain
Shakes the lion, proud, his mane
But then spoke back the beauty bowl
And bore its enigmatic soul
“No, not in love, or hurt, or shame
But in the whisper of a name
Beauty is not in the eyes
Of maidens crossed by Venus' guise
But rather in the vision of
The spectators, the former, love
It cannot span the breadth of time
Nor favor death; misfortune's crime
It cannot face eternity
It cannot mount uncertainty
And it is not endless-sent
Nor is its lure all innocent
Beauty may not speak through books
But lies in view of he who looks
Comments on "Beauty Bowl"
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On Monday, October 8, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Aye, in the eye of the beholder, for sure and nobly spoken. Much enjoyed the Elizabethan / classical language and Percy Bysse Shelley walks the earth perhaps even now, cheers!
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On Monday, October 8, 2012, Poe Etiquette
(124) wrote:
Percy Shelley may be my absolute favorite. perhaps even more than Poe. MUCH appreciated, and thank you for your time