A metamorphosis
Shedding skin
Beauty
And youthful wonder
To gain something more mature.
It’s not abandoning the old
But keeping it in a memory box
Pulling out the past
To renew
Become anew.
Beauty
Snow Flurries
Your chilled heart
Races through the wind
To surround me.
Your tender kisses
On my cheeks melt,
A lingering damp greeting.
Let me warm you
As I mold your body
With my fingertips
Until the chill makes them numb-
You’re so beautiful,
I can’t resist the urge
To touch.
A Piece of You
Age allows vanity-
Put your best face forward
And show your grace and grin.
Feeling like a million bucks
With someone else’s hair.
It’s the only way I knew you
And you were loving
And perfect.
What a shock that those faux locks
Weren’t yours,
But it changed nothing.
It’s been years,
And yet, I wonder…
Were you buried whole
Or is your pièce de résistance missing?
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Ocean Waves, Part 2
Our visit was brief
But necessary.
It was good to
Get back to my roots-
Seeing you
Brought back so many memories.
Hearing you call out to me
Made me feel like a toddler
Stumbling over their feet
When they’re learning to walk,
But trusting
That you’ll be there
To catch them
When they fall.
Thank you for reminding me
Of who I am-
The strength I was born with.
Our bittersweet goodbyes
Will not last forever.
I leave,
Walking away
With sand trailing behind me,
But turn back
For one last glance.
Just in time
To watch you wave.
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Rain
Isn’t it amazing
How the simplicity
Of water
Falling
Has the ability to
Purify the transgressions of the world
And set our minds at ease
To start anew?
The act of falling-
A devastating blow-
Occurs before we build
Ourselves back up.
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Lovely Lady
You may be beautiful,
But what more do you have?
With looks, but no money?
I’ll pay you for your worth.
Some coins for your teeth
Royal with their pearly crowns.
A dozen dollars for your hair
Locks of their own without being captured by keys.
I gave you freedom from your looks
In exchange for a human toy.
Yes, you’re a lovely lady, doll.
Sing Me A Song
Chirping perching sing me song
Birds singing through the dusk and dawn
Show them singing is never wrong
Chirping! Perching! … Sing me a song!
Just keep on singing all day long
‘Til beauty has overcome brawn
Chirping… Perching… Sing me a song
Birds, singing through the dusk… and dawn.
NaPoWriMo prompt for day 23
Irregular Apocalypse
It started with one
A single caterpillar was infected
With beauty
It grew like normal
And transformed like normal
And became a butterfly.
This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,
But when it came to mating,
It laid thrice as many eggs.
Caterpillars turned butterflies-
Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects
Turning into beautiful monsters
Flying throughout the sky.
The skies were made of wings,
The ground covered in dead grass
Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.
Persephone Corrupted
A young girl
With no other passion than beauty:
Flowers.
She pranced among them
And picked the ones that stood out against the rest.
Until one day
There was a flower like no other
That she had ever seen before.
She was drawn to its colors, it’s beauty
And ran from her guard
In a moment of distraction.
She plucked the flower straight from the ground
But alas, it would not break free of it’s deep roots.
Little did she know, it was a trick
And Hades wanted to claim her as his own.
She tugged and tugged.
Heaved and pulled until it sprung free
And the earth opened up below her
And Hades took her deep down into the dark underworld
That belonged to him.
She was miserable at first,
Upset that there was no beauty in this cold, dark place.
But she became hungry and weak
And she took a bright red pomegranate
plucked a seed, and popped it into her mouth
Causing her to be stuck in the underworld forever.
Demeter did weep,
For she missed her lovely daughter.
She could not find her for the sun had not seen her-
He was sleeping that day.
And she had not been carried away by the winds-
They were her friends and swore they would not harm her.
Finally, she was found
And she was safe
And a deal was made
Where she could come from the underworld
Visit her mother once a year
But all the rest of the time be stuck with her lover
And left to her demise.
Soon this became too much,
Guarding the damned souls,
The burden was too great.
But something changed her
And she began to enjoy it.
