by Angie Talleyrand
In spite of adversity,
Bet you notice beautiful things.
Like the sound of a petals falling,
beauty enlivens your sense of wellbeing.
I seek beauty. There, in specific detail.
Finds it as my eyes soak texture. Fingertips hover electric.
Sensibility, imagination, and understanding collide.
Squeals, so beautiful.
Bit by bit, beauty guides how and what I create.
Brings colour, form, and function to the party.
Sometimes everything goes off track. Adrift.
Lucky I wrote this bit to real me.
Some may find beauty in my works’ meaning.
Others, pleasure using it.
Gawk, mouth agape.
Bet you squeal so beautiful.