crystal curtain dropletsfrozen onto branches –world stiffened overnight. brittle, breaking changes – and all has becometoo tender to touch –sight must suffice – distance wise – white clouds wisp awaycontours of trees –exploring stillness. peace.
Poems about beauty. Now, wait a minute? Aren’t art and beauty supposed to be related? Aren’t poems suppoed to be beautiful by nature?
Old rules. And that’s not at all what is being referred to here.
These are simply poems about beauty – because some things are beautiful? Also, writing about beauty comes so much more natural than writing about ugliness.
So – what kind of beauty are we referring to? It could be people. It could be nature. Maybe music, or the way light filters through branches.
It seems like there’s beauty everywhere, if one cares to look. As a result, beauty is a rather common theme. Because looking for beauty is much more rewarding than deliberately seeking out ugliness.