AT LAST you are probably exclaiming in triumphant glee, at last a new Typewriter series poem! Your wish, my dear friends, is my command. Funny thing is, I have a few of these unread ones laying around here, so I figured it was time to get busy and post more of them. This one, is about beauty and how impossible it is to define it, to explain it, to illuminate it fully. This is my attempt, but as the poem says, what authority do I have? Who am I to speak of such things?
What is beauty to you? Let me know.
To define an undefinable,
to wrap it up in words,
they ask what beauty is
and I stumble over myself.
A red window on a wall
of white, I think, but this
feels pedestrian and
too slim. To fight
for love, no matter the cost,
perhaps, but this
feels cliche and
too obtuse.
That which is
without asking to be,
I decide,
that which gives
without having enough
to keep.
I will not speak it,
I’ve no authority to decide
such matters.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
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what is beauty? more often that not you will be told beauty is in the eye of the beholder. but is it? is this cliche a cliche for a reason; or is it a fact that people are simply tired of being true?
yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. yet just that, that does not do beauty justice. maybe instead of the beholder…beauty is in the eye of those who choose to embrace it.
beauty can in the eye of one who witnesses the overwhelming laugh of a loved one or maybe beauty is in the person who decides to embrace their need to throw their head back in joy and laugh.
beauty can be in the sparkle of an eye, or possibly, it is in the confidence the sparkly eyed person allowed themselves to let that feeling free.
beauty can be in the vulnerability shared with others. it can be in letting yourself go.
beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the witness. but what if, what if beauty was in the eye of the being who found themselves deserving of having it?