Jan 29, 2018 Original Poetry
Beauty Lost and Found
©January 29th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Beauty’s on my mind, I think.
And with the death of every cell,
I see it fading, and I grieve.
And I am lost in craving it.
I gaze at all things beautiful
And when I see them, all I wish
Is that, in seeing, I’ll become
The thing I see, the thing I seek.
Is that, in seeing, I’ll become
The thing I see, the thing I seek.
I seek it in the azure sky,
I seek it in the trembling leaves
I seek it in the shining tears
On someone’s lashes, dear to me.
I look at flowers, see their flush,
And birds that flash through violet dusk,
At dark skin glowing, and at fair,
At eyes that smile or glare, or brood.
I catch their hues, and catch their light.
I lasso colours, clasp them close.
I cradle them, then watch them leap
Up high and higher, far from me.
What I owned keeps flowing down
Into a well of memories
Of how, when young, all skin was silk
And hair was dark, and eyes were bright.
I look into that well, and glimpse
Someone who might resemble me,
Then look up at the sky and catch
A glimpse of what I’ll join at last.
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P.S. I tried internal rhymes, and half-rhymes, and assonance, but left obvious rhyming behind.
I did aim for iambic tetrameter, however.
I did aim for iambic tetrameter, however.