Notes About The Poem

There are so many ways to paint beauty that its description defies all reasoning.  For instance, a woman’s beauty can be described a thousand ways depending on who is telling the story.  The same goes for a landscape or a portrait. The metaphors are endless.   It is both subjective and objective.  It is almost a crime when we humans focus on the ugliness of hate and evil, even though there is so much to be thankful for in all the beauty that surrounds us.  Knowing that this poem has no end.

Beauty

Beauty

This thing called beauty    		
If I only knew				
It must be my duty.			

I demand a clue			
To unravel its secret 			     
If I only knew?		

I would keep it				
In my body and soul 			
Far more than a day.  		

I’d write on a scroll 			
Defining for all				
You to unroll.				

It is my call				
To shout it out				
From a high knoll.			

I care not to flout			
This unknown thing			
For I undeniably doubt		

That it is a King			
On a golden throne 			
Rather his ring.				

Can it be known?			
Is it a mountain stream,		
Or is it a stone?				

Does it come in dreams		
When thinking of you?			
Your loving schemes 			

Can it be blue?			
Is it something I see?			
Is it always true?			

Can it be				
Something I feel			
Like a churning sea?			

A butterfly’s zeal, 			
A little child’s smile,			
A sunset you steal?			

Will it go on trial 
If mistaken for lust? 
Does it last for a while?

Will it combust?
Can it be held,
Not turned to dust? 

And not withheld? 
What is this thing
If not a word upheld?

Does it have wings?
Is it more than you see?
Yes, it even has flings. 

It is found in the sea, 
On mountains high,
Is more than it can be.  

It is black and white,
The color of skin,
Reflections of light.

It is not a sin,
The music you sing.
Hidden within.

It is a string,
The words you pen,
To which you cling.   

It is when
The portrait you paint
Ends in amen.

It is more 
Than all these things
And even more
This thing called beauty.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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August 28, 2026 at 2:53 PM
I enjoyed the way this poem keeps questioning what beauty truly is. The journey through nature, love, art, music, and humanity gives the poem a thoughtful and uplifting message.
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August 30, 2026 at 5:21 AM
Am so glad you enjoyed. My message to all is to surround yourself with beauty, both emotionally and physically, because our brains love beauty and happiness.
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