March 20, 2006

  • Let’s just call it a quiet rant…


    Some people go to Medieval Civilization to learn about the women of that time period. Others, like me, use it for doing what they want to. Thus follows what I did for at least part of that class, aside from tormenting maje_charis for jinxing me. Let’s just say that I was so mean she called the entire jinx game off until further notice. Woops!


    Oh woman, why?


    Why can you not see what is so


    plain to my eyes, crude as they are?


    Do you not know, truly, your own beauty?


    If you could see your eyes through my


    eyes, no gem would have any value to you;


    your voice, all music a raucous rhapsody;


    your body, all earth and space is but a


    plain rock with a bit of dirt upon its


    rough face.


    Your soul. . . oh if you could see


    your soul; what warmth, what light


    could the sun provide? Nay, it would


    become as the moon and the moon


    would be no more; you would


    rise in the morning and set in


    the eve, the sun would rise


    thereafter and be a cold, pale


    reminder of your daylight splendor.


    Do you see the things of nature dressing, preening?


    Is the trimmed rose bush more desirable


    than one growing free and wild?


    Nature’s beauty is not bound by


    judgement nor opinion and is beautiful


    because there is no other way.


    Beauty by nature is a truth, not a state or choice.


    You cannot become beautiful, any more


    than the trees in autumn can make


    their leaves gold by force of will.


    Rather than fight the change, they


    embrace it.


    See what glory happens in the acceptance!


    To fight the coming loss of leaf would


    mean they stay forever green.


    To clasp tight the change to their


    dear breasts oh. . . the beauty,


    the rapturous delight and


    dignity the tree displays!


    Woman, be the tree and you, too,


    shall shine a splendid gold


    within, without.


    Do not cover your changing leaves


    with false green in


    vain


    to hide the coming change.


    Paint what you will- any image,


    any color


    yet the nature of the


    canvas always remains.


    Beauty has already been chosen for you;


    surrender.

Comments (9)

  • Good poem. Hope you have a great week… Mine’s looking uber busy already, between classes and homework, projects and meetings, plus a review column and my normal column, I’ve got a lot to work on. Speaking of group projects, I’ve got one to owrk on right now. Talk at ya later good buddy.

  • I LOVE this one. You’re amazing. But c’mon… medieval civ. wasn’t interesting? I would love that class. But… as with everything else, I would probably end up doing the same if I were in it. Well… I probably wouldn’t write awesome poetry, it would be more likely that I would end up drawing cartoons or something all over my notes… but… this comment is getting really long… yeah… see you tomorrow!

  • Yeah, I finally won, you noticed yourself that I was half-dead-exhausted, and you decided to torment me.  I decided to put a stop to it, finally.  :D   But really, I was under the impression that friends help each other try to feel better when they’re down instead of stealing their stuff and crud.  Don’t worry about it, but maybe remember that for next time.  I apologize for my lousy mood.

  • I am sending your letter off Wednesday morning just to let you know! Best of luck to you!Luvyas!

  • Oh, sorry, and yes, I liked the poem too.  I like the tree imagery.

  • Awww…I love the poem! It’s great!

    Haley

  • I’m copying this poem and whenever I feel down I’m going to read it.
    You write so well. It’s incredible.

  • @xnotxbeautifulx - 

    Your comments are so kind! I’m glad you like my writing/what I have written; you’ve certainly dug up some old memories! I’m especially glad you have found one that you want to keep, and I hope it does prove helpful.

    I don’t know if you ever read my vocation story (detailed in a series of blogs starting on April 17, 2008) but there was a girl named Laura that I was courting before I joined religious life. There came a point in that courtship in which she admitted that she never felt that she was beautiful or even deserving of being with anyone. As you can tell by the poem I wrote during that time, I disagreed!

  • aw!!! I’ll have to go read that! >.< and you do write very well :)

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