#PoetryFriday - Tell Me That I'm Beautiful.

If we listen carefully, we can always tell whether another human will be worth knowing and spending time with. We are a species that, normally, wishes to be with others of our species. However, there are many reasons for that. Do we crave money, power, influence, or some other selfish motive? This choice comes more often in the choice of romantic lovers; but, it can color any choice of another human for anything. Why are you with me? I have always been fortunate in my choice of humans to be with. Well, almost always. This time around, I hit the jackpot. Do any of my readers see themselves?

She challenged him.

“Write a poem about me”,

she said.

He voice was a demand,

and insistent,

like the shrill cry of the seagulls

gliding over the lake,

looking for a meal.

She kept at him,

and wanted to direct his words,

in a commander’s bark

that would not take no for an answer.

“Tell the world that I am beautiful”,

she said.

“I want the world to sing songs about my beauty,

after I am gone”.

He sat at the computer,

so that she would think

he was writing,

and thought about what to say.

She was beautiful,

in her way.

Her physical beauty

was a gift from the gods.

She knew that she was beautiful,

however,

and permitted no dissent.

She did little else,

but preen

and apply her makeup

in strange places.

What could he write

about her beauty?

Suddenly, the words flowed

from his fingertips.

“Her beauty is a sight to behold”,

he wrote.

“It is only exceeded by the ugliness

of her soul”.

He gave the tiny poem to her,

and she was silent,

for the first time.

“Truth is beautiful,

even when it ends relationships”,

he said,

as he opened the door

and went out to write poems

for someone who didn’t need

to hear how beautiful she was.