Category: Poetry

A fluid sense of beauty encourages the need to create, invent, explore something new “under the sun.”

In poetry, I like to think about euphony, the pleasantness of sounds. It is interesting to think that this is all language specific and culturally relative. However, beauty is also something like a universal emotion. Experiencing something that strikes you as beautiful is a unique kind of joy.

Deep beauty resides in the imperfect – in the broken, in the power generated by something that’s burning. Though a flower, a youthful human body, captures attention – I am always drawn back to the beauty of the worn.

what can be heard, or seen, or touched, or smelled, or tasted, even blurred by rain or time, even when it doesn’t rhyme, even when it’s only read.

When St. Augustine was asked to define Time, he responded, “If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.” That’s how I feel about Beauty. Any definition is just out of reach.