Saturday, June 1, 2013

I don't remember beautiful.

don't say it
my insides are matched by my outsides
wrinkled and crowded
and vying for attention
waiting for the shot
that stills the pain
and masks
the smell of overcooked bacon
invading this room.

(my muse this morning is Brian Miller's latest poem.Thanks Brian!)


  1. you don't have to remember beautiful. you are beautiful)))

    i'm not sure what our relationship should be between inside and outside other than peace. perhaps it is how we have learned to see outside that misdirects us so often... (?)


    1. I absolutely agree with erin on this. Well said, erin!

      Blessings and Bear hugs!
      Bears Noting, Life in the Urban Forest (poetry).

  2. but i like the smell of bacon...beautiful is as we see it...and not the same for are right though in how our feelings inside and out relate to how we see the world...

  3. Those first three line are three with which I can relate all too well. Perhaps you don't remember beautiful, but I agree with Erin, you are beautiful. Do the crowded, painful insides cause one not to see the beauty on the outside?

  4. The subtlety of your poem is such that I have nothing but praise for it. I loved it. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

  5. You're beautiful in a whole different way than when young! But I love your poem! The beauty of youth is the unblemished face and unchallenged body. The beauty of age is the living so evident in our wrinkles and the memories and wisdom crowded inside.