Val Brooklyn Rogers
Beautiful Things - Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers
I was taught to always search beyond
Boundaries and limits to realize what
Is truly beautiful.
Such is a beautiful thing beyond the
Threshold of ecstasy, pass the bridge
It's a beautiful thing when you are
The lone soul roving in the
presence of dawn.
There is no substitute for letting
One's strong black TRESSES fall down
Below her waist, then looking back
With a radiant SMILE. KNOWING you
Relaxing watching BEAUTIFUL things
On an autumn morning. Going on an
Autumn walk, under a red leaf tree.
I declare this day most beautiful,
Winking with starlight on its summer's night.
There, look a rainbow on a pristine summer
MORNING after a raining dawn. This
Sunrise named a most beautiful thing as
The rainbow sings.
These things cause the lengthening of
The list of beautiful things. The cause
Will not be in flaws for it lays in
NATURE as it applauds.
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