Grace's question

 

    

If you can bear my rhyme; a suggestion:

While we breathe, while we live

What more can we do; or give?

If we never ask; we will surely die

In fear and darkness; wond’ring why,

and Never asking grace’s question. 

 

 

 

 

     Grace’s Question

 

                    Beauty,

   She

                              is

                destroyed

           and

          

            by

   Them. Who?

 

Beauty is pulled out of porportion,

Her mother; her energy is mesmerizing;

Her abilities of adaption are endless hope.

 

There are those who never question why.

The question presupposes relationship;

Or at the very least - Communicative kinship.

 

No matter how much one reads, practices, or may know,

There is always more our changing world; to us does show.

This facet of existence

Should both humble and motivate.

Feelings of superiority

This unknown should alleviate.

 

If you can bear my rhyme one more time:

Plant and Water your beauty, for you never know,

With care and attention your beauty will grow.

 

Author's Note

another experiment

Reviews

[Sara Muschweck]

I am so glad you sent this my way, I loved reading this. The structure was wonderful. With the first word you were able to lead the reader down the path to take a look inside, at how the reader embraces the world, as well as their relationships with others. As always such a wonderful write.