Daily Beauty

 Oh life can be so wonderfully frustrating and beautiful at the same time. This is just a poem about life. Which is basically every poem in some form. The idea of daily beauty came to me from the fuzzy feeling certain situations give me. And this happens everywhere I go. Sometimes we are just so head down-going about our day. We don't spend time to appreciate the little things in life that are beautiful. This is a poem recognizing those simple things that make my life beautiful.

Daily Beauty.

A son grips the trophy with pride.
A father grips his heart with tears in his eyes.
A daughter grows into a woman.
A mother grips her grandchildren with love in her eyes.

A tree rises high in the worst circumstances.
A mother cat licks her kin.
A tree flourishes in the sun.
While a chirping bird is born in it's arms.

Daily beauty is a smile on a blinds mans face.
As he breathes in the smell of his favourite meal.

Daily beauty is the glance we shared as we passed.
And the pause and turn we both did.
Beauty was the courage I had to ask you on a date.
And beauty was you turning me down cause you're broken.
Beauty is me understanding because I felt the same way once.

Beauty is shared pain and the unification to be stronger people.

Beauty is a mother braiding her daugthers hair.
With innocent eyes she views the world.
Heart yet to be broken.
She's cuddled now.
Unfortunately later she's commodified.
Judged on the tight top and breast size.

Beauty is lips on a scuffed knee.
A tussle of the hair.
A pat on the back.
Recovery leading to a re-emergence in the world.
Beauty is an addict defeating the odds.
Proving to the world there is strength in resolution.

Beauty is a deadbeat dad leaving the scene.
And a family coming together despite the odds.
Beauty is the son growing into a man.
Eye to eye now he can see that man is simply a child in big clothes.
Overgrown shoes for an overgrown ego.

Beauty is quivering hands wiping away tears.
Beauty is the strength to move on.
To pick yourself up and brush off the shoulders.
Head held high cause you're fucking moving on.

Beauty is an empty bottle cast aside.
Waking up with a pounding headache.
Staring into the mirror.
A single tear down the face.
Beauty is realization.

Beauty is yoga in the park amidst tear gas and rubber bullets
Beauty is a couples embrace amongst riot police.

Beauty is the fact I could go on forever.
And still the worlds beauty could never be contained.
Never amounted to anything.
Limitless.
My love for you...

Beauty is the clink of two glasses filled with the finest merlot.
And that sultry gaze across the candelit table.
Damn girl...
Beauty is you.

Thanks for reading.
Peace and love.

-Devon