Another of the "Beauty" poems

 

I spied it in the corner

And it did me no good.

No value could be derived

No power wielded from it

No warmth could emanate to comfort me

No strength to support me.

Only, I could not look

At it

I had to see it from

The side

In the corner of my eye

It changed

Me 

What I meant

When I meant

Good.

I spied it in the corner

And it did me such good. 


Submitted: May 10, 2007

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