David O'Mahony

Beauty Is - Poem by David O'Mahony

In summertime abandon
sweet wafts of unknown airs
caress his face.

Honking and laughing and
guys on phones;
The city absorbs them all.

Fruitful flies amid a
torment of irresistability.

Forever surrendered amid
the jostling din,
the unending joy,
the playful indolence,
and transcendent ethics.

The spirit of the beehive
is no match
for the shimmering,
squall-like conflagration.

This unholy mess!

It would have it no other way.

Beauty is what is.

Who are we to judge?

Dive in!

Topic(s) of this poem: city, ethics , life, nature, spirit, summer, summer time

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 1, 2015

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