Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Rhyme

The Beauty Chase

THE BEAUTY CHASE

                           When the winds are fair and guts are hot

                           The artist breathes as deep as he can dare--
 
                           Locates the promised trail that sings

                                       Puts on his boots and tosses care--

                         
                          And when that trail outshines divine

                          His soul commits to see the end

                          While  praying it will never come

                                     Thoughtless of waiting kin and friends.


                         Who follows dream-deadly delights

                         Designed to  tear a life to shreds--

                         To gladly toss all sense behind--

                                   Hunting  True Beauty without end?


                        The Search for Beauty grabs wild wayward souls

                        Its teeth saw-toothed-- and sure to harm

                        But heedless-- brilliant victims venture on

                                      Afraid to lose the scent of charm







Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013

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