Beauty Is Not a Quality To Her
beauty is not a quality to her
she has a touch of commonality
comely borders
yet never intrudes
her face radiates ease
comfort in this world
shorn of life's common asunder
a knowing within
life is where it should be
her eyes grasp you into a solace
where dawn is a promise
placid waves lap the meadow
everything within the universe is at rest
the sunset is a glory in the alleviation
and as she passes a plate of warm
chocolate cookies fresh from the oven
it is not in these treats i revel in gratitude
the touching of her hand
as the plate is passed
the simper she wears so well
the heavens beckon in her eyes
where i see the soul she is
beauty is a Johnny Quid wake-up call
the siren's delusion
no beauty is not a quality to her
she calls to mind the commonality
those angels who must fill
the corners of heaven
with their common voices
Plato believed love was a mental illness
possibly his problem was a fixation on beauty
and why the School of Athens
had but one woman
many of the great names in philosophy
were never married
i believe it is
because they could not conceive
someone without an enchanting beauty
holding a tray of chocolate cookies
be equal and worthy of their love
no doubt many a student
in a group discussion did quip
in lowered breath about Hypatia
but can she cook and clean
late at night as i finish my nightly prayer
i sometimes wonder if the School of Athens
counted among its' worthy students
sitting at tables exchanging ideas
how we could improve life on Earth
what grand philosophy could free
this fate of manunkind
might have come from
those who cooked and cleaned
OKC 3/30
Copyright © Timothy Ray | Year Posted 2023
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