A Beautiful World

A beautiful world exists;
I believe that. 

I understand that
without feeling it
at all. No connection to it 

beyond that which one 
might briefly find 
for a well done replica
of something beyond
personal taste —

doll house, tractor,
Angora rabbit —

for the sake of form
about being impressed
by the work involved,
then moving on.

Beauty, truth —
there are those
who have claimed
they are the same;
I cannot agree.

I’ve seen and felt 
so much ugly truth

I have become numb
to that which might be
beautiful and true
at once,

which does not render
the beautiful less true
but it makes me
an unreliable narrator
of my own passage
through this world:

me on a tractor,
chasing a rabbit, 
heading home
to a perfect house;

me weeping 
when I cannot feel
the sunset
painting me gold

when I arrive.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: