Fri 14 Mar, 2008 11:34 am
While some say that beauty is only skin deep,
And others tell of what may be deeper confined,
I see beauty in the wonderful king,
Who took that spear to his side.
Let others boast of a lavish face,
And tell of what lies under the frown,
But I find beauty of the mercy and grace,
In the one who wore thorns for a crown.
May they speak of all the wonders of earth,
And all the miracles of men,
I find beauty, however, in the grace and the birth,
Of my Lord who has risen again.
For skin does yet wrinkle and foreheads lay baffled,
As the lives of men draw to a loss,
But the most beautiful thing in this world, I have known,
Lies at the foot of the cross.
I like that poem, Casualty. It's got a loose rhythm and a freer rhyme, which falls gently on my very modern ears. Although I could stand for it to be slightly tighter and heavier, my taste allows for a range of styles.
The juxtaposition of worldly conceptions of beauty and your own conception creates a stimulating, thought-provoking tension. I think (if you wanted) you could go further to pull out even more ironies and even deeper contradictions between the two ideas of Beauty. But as it stands, it's very satisfying.
Very nice poem indeed. Thank you!
Beauty is as ugly isn't
Ugly stays and beauty visits
you search for sweets and find the bitter
you sniff for flowers and taste the shitter
we love our lives and find demise
we cast for calm and hook surprise
they look for truth with lying eyes
and all of good we each deny
to have a moment more of life.