Beauty Personified!

Beauty Personified!

Portraying in true light, the grandeur of your matchless beauty

Is a quest that tends to the impossible

But, if valour be the worthy trait of word-knighthood

Then, the frail shadow of the seeming impossible shall I trail

Truly, the peacock has been adjudged “beautiful” by mortals

At the splendour of your majesty, it can only get uglier

To all that was, is, and would be, you gave inspiration

With a brilliant radiance, the sun illuminates the earth

And with a peaceful glow, the moon keeps the night awake

Without your tutor, of what sort a feat can they make?

Tunefully, you taught the nightingale to approach melody with grace

With perfect astuteness, you taught the cat to saunter in enchanting gaits

And the stallion to trot the field with charming pride and elegance

You’re the compelling urge that once crossed Da Vinci’s savvy mind

To paint in colours and convey on canvass; The Last Supper

Alas! You’re the smooth, serendipitous inspiration

Whose clue never traveled the secular path of diva’s soul

But you chose to grace my ink and note

Favoured, then should I be called

Darling, please come sail the oceans of life with me

Honey, come make my heart your eternal abode

For with you, I would carve ageless monuments in lyrics

Yes, I’d scribble stunning magnum-opus with artful lines

And when my noble readers laud my strides with sweet accolades

I’d channel them all to your benevolence

To the bedrock of my inspiration

The turbo-power that jumpstarts my artistic drive

Jehova Shalom, Jehova Ralpha

 



5 thoughts on “Beauty Personified!” by smartfingers (@smartfingers)

  1. Longer poem! I got tired half way. But, I persevered.
    You can write o

  2. Truly beautiful!

    These lines stood out for me:
    “And when my noble readers laud my strides with sweet accolades
    I’d channel them all to your benevolence.
    To the bedrock of my inspiration
    The turbo-power that jumpstarts my artistic drive
    Jehova Shalom, Jehova Ralpha.”

    You have acknowledged your source, and returned the glory to whom it is due. Nothing can stand before you.

  3. I started off thinking it was a woman but I got it halfway through. Well done.

  4. Nice. Nice.

    And that’s how we give thanks. It’s not about us…it’s all about HIM.

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