Beauty

I feel uncomfortable
in this place,
as I do often
in the presence
of beauty;
a feeling
I do not belong.

It is a witch
who tells me that.
She lives inside,
mutters to me,
feeds my insecurities.

A beautiful fairy
lives there too.
It is her
I must talk to now.
She will reassure me,
remind me that I
have a particular beauty too.

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22 Responses to “Beauty”

  1. This is a really good poem, your honesty in words. I think you are the most beautiful UK citizen I know πŸ™‚ xxx Arohanui

  2. Lovely David and yes you have. Short comment I know, but I think you know what I mean.

    Love you loads
    Christine
    xxx

  3. A grand write, David. Your honesty is refreshing. It reminds me of a theme that ran through some of your Myspace posts (:

  4. Indeed you do, my friend!

  5. I think David, that you are, beautiful! Great write, getting it in the open! Hugs!!

  6. sometime success seems to go with looks, but one thing that will always be true is that beauty is not skill. πŸ™‚

  7. to be honest,
    to my personal taste the message is true and great
    but poetic speaking the first stanza could stand alone and very beautiful at that, the other two seem a bit corny and not reach what it set

    (I hope you don’t mind me saying)

  8. Yes, beautiful and honest! It’s hard to listen to that fairy…but I also often find that the voice of the witch can be just as enlightening…somehow, she is light, too…?

    • Sometimes I think Anna that the witch has my best interests at heart – it is just that she is misguided!!

      Sometimes I think she is evil!!

      Sometimes she is very seductive and I need to be very wary of that.

      “somehow, she is light, too…?” I will ponder on that πŸ™‚

      David

  9. If you find the fairy in a garden by the sea, make sure you listen carefully. Those they find beautiful can find themselves whisked into such beauty that they forget the world they came from. At least that’s what William Butler Yeats told us, and who are we to doubt Mr. Yeats? As to witches, as they boil up trouble they become increasingly ugly. Since humans recoil from such things, their effect is often short-lived. After all, in a world where poetry exists, sea waves roll in to shore and make music with gulls and other sea birds, lightening up the soul. The witch’s voice is in all of humanity, I’m afraid. I keep peering into eyes to see if someone has banished the witch from their lives forever, but I’ve yet to see where they have succeeded. Still, there is the sea and the garden and the fairy and a poet named David Agnew. There is him too.

    • What a lovely comment Tom. Thank you.

      Yes, the witch is there in all of us.

      But as you say “Still there is the sea…………….”

      Take good care of yourself my friend

      David

  10. I get a wonderful, gentle feeling of humility from the waves of this poem. I read it twice :-).

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