Skin deepA Poem by BeccyUnder standards set by the World council for conformity, you are beautiful. An unblemished apple in an orchard mostly hung heavy on the bough with the blemished; so why then, the sullen little frown that mars your otherwise perfectly smooth brow as you leave for work in a flurry of knock-off designer gear. Perhaps it is because the Ferrari and the villa at Cap Ferrat remain no more than a dream, despite that you outshine the latest flibbertigibbet gawking out from the front page of Vogue, which aside from paintballers monthly, is perhaps the most pointless organ ever to grace the newstands. It could even be, that beneath your gilded feet you sometimes feel the cracks in the pavement and marvel that repair is not uppermost in the minds of most; blemish on blemish threatening to trip the smooth passage of your voyage; the thought temporarily intriguing, but no more so than a passing cloud. Thus, and because I am a founder member of the blemished and therefore graced with the ability to see past reflection, (which on reflection is a gift beyond measure,) I feel it my duty to point out that the humble daisy, though more numerous than the orchid, is, from the viewpoint of Mother Nature, equally as beautiful. © 2014 BeccyFeatured Review
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38 Reviews Added on July 22, 2014 Last Updated on September 6, 2014 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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