May 2013
I wish I could show you true beauty
to put a frame to what eyes behold.
I wish I could trace your outline
touch your details
brush your shadows
Cutting stone to your remarkable mold.
I wish I could stop time with a pencil
to frame unintentional glory
to capture you, modest
tranquil
serene
Making seconds outlast eternity.
I wish I could capture these moments
these pauses so precious to me
Instants of awe and breathless watching
painting to memory what I perceive.
So brief are these hallowed moments
and so erratically intermittent
that I find myself hoping
lingering
longing
Forgetting the time in between them.
I wish I had the faculty
to contain your gilded beauty.
Instead, I watch, and cherish these moments,
For in them
I love you
and you only.
to put a frame to what eyes behold.
I wish I could trace your outline
touch your details
brush your shadows
Cutting stone to your remarkable mold.
I wish I could stop time with a pencil
to frame unintentional glory
to capture you, modest
tranquil
serene
Making seconds outlast eternity.
I wish I could capture these moments
these pauses so precious to me
Instants of awe and breathless watching
painting to memory what I perceive.
So brief are these hallowed moments
and so erratically intermittent
that I find myself hoping
lingering
longing
Forgetting the time in between them.
I wish I had the faculty
to contain your gilded beauty.
Instead, I watch, and cherish these moments,
For in them
I love you
and you only.
I wrote this poem when I was in a coffee house doing homework. I looked up and saw a girl standing alone, waiting in line. She had not noticed me, and there were brief moments where she looked completely natural, whether unaware or indifferent to the world around her. She was beautiful because she didn't know someone was watching.
Earlier I had been thinking about how I wished I had chosen a more artistic profession. I wanted to be a photographer or a painter, so that I could capture and remember moments like this.
In this poem, I attempt to make sensual the act of capturing the brief moments of this woman's beauty through different artistic styles.
Earlier I had been thinking about how I wished I had chosen a more artistic profession. I wanted to be a photographer or a painter, so that I could capture and remember moments like this.
In this poem, I attempt to make sensual the act of capturing the brief moments of this woman's beauty through different artistic styles.
