Appreciation
There is a flower,
Like and unlike any other.
You behold its beauty -
A beautiful flower
"In the eyes of the beholder."
You behold
The flower,
Hold it in appreciation
Over another.
I write
My poem, elaborate;
An audience waits,
Ready to appreciate.
You behold
My poem,
And the critic
In you beholds
Its beauty.
But what do you really behold?
I have only written a poem.
There is only a flower.
Beauty is your construct,
Your sophisticated mind’s fodder.
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The Beginning
From the warm
comfort of The Light,
I take a deep breath
and dive
deep.
A lone submarine
lost in the abyss of the sea,
casting its feeble uncertain light
on uncertainty.
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Very impressive, do you write often. It gets better with time, and of course disgust. But truly -- you never wrote in school, or perhaps you did in the accounts register. I like the structuring as I said, I go for the imagery always.
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