An Ideal Standard Poem by Doris Cornago

An Ideal Standard



The beauty of what we see is based on judgment
Of the heart, the ideal standard of what's real
Our eyes deceive, minds conceive
Half-truths, making rules,
Does not go by
The books
But the
Heart
Hides words
Indelible, steady
Beyond time, tested
And steadfast, made to last
Not judging by looks but by what's
Inherent, rising above cacophony of voices
The silent little voice of the heart shushing the mind

An Ideal Standard
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: heart,judgment,mind
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a case of heart versus mind, or which should be the basis of one's choice. I'd hate to take a survey and cause a riot among poets, but I do believe most of us will choose by our heart's desires, more than our mind. They say that the mind judges impartially, objectively but I beg to disagree. The mind judges by what it sees but the heart knows what the mind cannot see. I've gone by my heart most times.
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