What Beauty Be

She epitomized beauty’s glorious renditions,

beauty be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of finest silk her robe fluttered
like butterfly wings when she walked,
her curved form silently gliding with such elegant sway,
as if no weighted world could compromise,
and beneath this diaphanous veil,
her succulent contoured flesh, its peaks and valley
held within the silks delicate embrace.

When she stilled,
the robe came to rest within her mold,
and light from a distant gloaming
silhouetted her youthful bronzed curves,
as if those deep orange radiations
glimmered her sleek design alone,
and silence seemed portentous in her wake.

Beauty indeed imbibes beauty in all else,
sucked from truth and painted upon a canvas yearning,
and she, still in slow fading light,
epitomized beauty’s glorious renditions,
and as her face in pensive countenance
considered the closing day,
day stared back to consider her.

Reflections all in beauty’s mind,
loving embrace of perceptions held to heart,
and for all humanity’s failings and woes,
always remains a glimmer, a hope,
for beauty’s rhyme is strong and repetitive,
for the eyes of the beholder see,
a women can transform what beauty be.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “What Beauty Be

  • April 23, 2016 at 5:20 PM
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    Indeed What Beauty Be in the scent and form of a woman. Your words well chosen, chiseled the beautiful marble curves of exquisite splendor, that be a woman. I have admired their goddess stature among men, how they entice our very hearts and souls, wanting them, needing them in our lives,. For all the world is a stage, but without the tender love and affection of a woman, we men are but not born. This is a sensuous piece Tony and I enjoyed it very much.

  • April 24, 2016 at 2:28 AM
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    Thank you my friend, indeed we are lost without a woman, our complimentary half, meant on this journey of life. This work is my expression of adoration and glad you enjoyed it.

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