13 Poem by Annie Clarke

Beauty is such a fragile thing
dreams such faltering images
that each thing
mixed and mangled
does create an impossible goal
For those who try
shall never find
Be still
through cold plain elegant winters
and hot colourful radiant summers
A patient face
Strong brave
Kind
no matter what consumes the heart
Then such powerful delusion
Seems clear
For it's not an outer shell
that dictates beauty
but inner heart
and conscience
that steps stumbling
into quiet rapture