Wrinkled contours
with a crisped smile
in dryness and frailness
nature's decay
soon to be in Hades's realm
Yet, her silver strands:
the translucent rivers
of naiads' fantasies
in grand Victorian glory of love
In the lines of fragile skin
embedded with textures of life -
the carmine scar
a slice of trench's escapade
the hot-brewed blood
drenched in rifles' bloodfare
or deep marks:
tracing long gone vivacities
that smitten kiss
oh-so sentimental, under
ashes of polka dot dress
her porcelain smiles
so delicate, so lively
reddened cheeks diffuse to a blow
its spells of happiness
in content's universe
Beauty, in the time of postmodernity
beyond aesthetics
Author notes
I am being avant-garde: what maybe aesthetically ugly maybe pretty in many perspectives.
Or perhaps on the surface, it would be another persuasion to appreciate spiritual beauty?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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By being avant-garde you display frailty/perfection, hardly gained and quickly lost. I felt entranced by the second stanza: "the translucent rivers/of naiads' fantasies". Good to see you back to your usual social-critiquing self!
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i agree...aesthetic beauty is mostly decided by a large group of individuals who at some point all try to fit in the same conformist box...
maybe the angle from which we look (and judge) should be changed...
this is one amazing write !
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The imagery in this is fabulous! I love "under ashes of polka dot dress" particularly. I think "Hades's" should just be "Hades'" but I could easily be wrong. The last line feels like a bit of an anti-climax to me, if I understood it correctly, I don't feel it completes the poem as well as it could. Other than those vague problems, I love everything about this! Really great work!
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