The Predicament of encountering Beauty

beauty
wraps its
caressing fingers
around the
poet’s mind,
softly
breathing
into her ear,
whispering
of stories
yet untold.
the poet,
deeply moved
by beauty’s seduction,
reaches out
and shapes the words,
attempting to create the image,
beauty
let her see
– tame it, capture it –
– pay homage to the vision –

no matter
how hard she tried,
she was never
able to
capture it all.

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