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reflects smiles
mirrors pains
its beauty beguiles
entertains

wakes up heart
opens door
transcends art
furthermore

swells in vein
its maddening flow
drops as rain
on parchment glow

once seeded within
grows deep root
makes you come clean
speak only truth

soul's inked beat
pearls dug from deep
in true spirit
have it worshipped.
Poetry is a spirit; they that would worship it must worship in spirit and in truth.
(E.M. Forster: The Celestial Omnibus)
As We know our life is
Colorful

We have receptors in our
Eyes

Cones and rods

Cones receive  colors
Rods receive black and white

Now I had this funny thought
To utilize my rods as well

So I turned my phone display
To black and white

One thing was same my Hellopoetry
Account it was the same before

Other stuff looks different and funny
Try it if possible
Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

*
Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

*
Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
In this world, I travel
To the paths laid before me, I wander
In the midst of this valley, I walk
Not sure where these paths would take me.

The winds increase their speed
Arise then fall again, I traverse still
Past the lea the mountains
Are upwards sloped, the paths grow rough and steep.

I thought this was path
Plain, worn, and clearly visible to see
I have gone so far now,
The path is dark and steep I feel alone.

Feeling lost in track,
No trail to be found,
I started to venture on my own
Make a new route where no other goes.

I found nothing in venture,
No longer wasting time; but then I found
My heart along the way,
Which longed to be filled with the simplest things.
A collaborative work with one of the amazing poets I have known since I started here on HP :)

(( © blythe and
© Timothy
February 3 to 6, 2015 ))
I'm ready to fall

But will you be there to catch me
Or will I just hit the ground
And shatter into pieces as I fall?

I'm ready to fly

But will you fly with me
And soar up high in the sky
Or you'll just let me fly away?

I'm ready to give us a try

But will you still let me,
See if we are meant to be
Or have you already been tired of waiting for me?

I'm ready to live

But will it be happiness that you'll bring
And let me feel loved
Or will you let me live while dying from a broken heart?

I'm ready to learn

But what will you teach me?
Will it be how to love with all my heart
Or how to move on and forget the love of my life?

I'm ready to lose it all*

But would you be there to complete me again
And let me feel like I haven't lost at all
Or will you be the one that I will lose?
The ones in bold are lyrics from the song "Ready to Fall"
We may not be alone
in our belief
we're alone.
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