Treasure Island

Paul Hartal


Venus and Candor


Beauty is not truth
But a transient mask’s shadow
Across the foamy sky
Opaque flight
Separated from the blue fire bird
Of a convulsive life.

In dazzling charm
Narcissus may revel
And celebrate vanity,
Yet grandeur, glory and grace
May also radiate
Through unsightly wrinkles.

Truth is not beauty
But a chequered meadow lark
Discovered among dense saffrons
Of lilac harmonies
Over pastures of violet discernments
A colourful bobolink singing
Pragmatic lilts.

Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2011
Edited: Friday, September 30, 2011
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