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if you seek beauty

beauty ribbons
under a paring knife
in a perfect curlique
of unending apple skin

beauty rests
on a young mother's shoulder
as a newborn slumbers
for the first time in hours

beauty speaks
in crayola contracts
magic marker declarations of love
and watercolor belly laughs

beauty shimmers
off the ripples made
by all those i think i cans
that finally took the leap

beauty travels
down feathered eye lines
this way i know by now
let me show you how

Peace ~ Rene


Take a moment to read Dolores by Durga Chew-Bose, it is truly beautiful.

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  1. Brian MillerMarch 31, 2011 at 6:04 PM

    yes, there is beauty there...and i believe in all things, we just have to find the perspective to see it...

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  2. Irish GumboMarch 31, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Ripples. I want me some ripples.

    Beauty...

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  3. BAMarch 31, 2011 at 8:06 PM

    Love watercolor belly laughs.

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  4. MarianMarch 31, 2011 at 10:06 PM

    aw, golly. this makes me all sighful.

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  5. Fred MillerApril 1, 2011 at 8:18 AM

    You ran a knitting needle through me with that last stanza. Didn't hurt much. I'll be all right.

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  6. MarianApril 1, 2011 at 9:13 AM

    also, rene, just love your new spring look. love it! (even though i know you are under some snow right now!) xoxo

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  7. UnknownApril 1, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    Rene~
    I've lingered in my garden this morning, and loved every moment; so this was the first poem I read today. And I thank you. I could not have had a better start to the literary portion of my Friday. This one is a gift and a blessing.

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  8. AnonymousApril 1, 2011 at 6:01 PM

    Feels like a classroom. Love your new layout/look.
    Hope you had a nice snow day. xo

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  9. AnonymousApril 1, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    I just clicked that link and read Dolores. So amazing. Thanks.

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  10. UnknownApril 5, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    Thank you all for the love.
    You bring me up, every damn one of ya.

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