Charity



You loved me with brush strokes
and bright colors then housed me
in rooms without mirrors.

Spoon fed vanity from a poet’s tongue
I meditated on your verses until I understood
beauty is best reflected through the charity of the heart.

©Susie Clevenger



Comments

Sanaa Rizvi said…
This is wonderfully deep and profound!💞 Beauty can only be appreciated through the eyes of our heart.. as you describe so eloquently here.. sigh.. 😊
Anmol (HA) said…
Oh, the vanity of the poet is so well-expressed. And yes, the charity of the heart matters more than anything — it's time that we say enough to all the excuses of what some great artists have done to people around them.
I really like how your beginning is so impactful.
-HA
Room without mirrors! So true and deep :0
Kerry O'Connor said…
Wow! This packs a solid punch, Susie. I send you a high five across the miles.
Margaret said…
It's like Instagram - some ONLY post selfies (how boring and obnoxious IMO) Your poem is very wise.
Old Egg said…
How right this is, possession is often masked as love, but it is controlling and cruel and pleases one person only.
"a room without mirrors" - Powerful line. Do we need to see our reflection to know who we are.
"a room without mirrors" - powerful line. Do we need to see our reflection to know who we are.
Anonymous said…
Wow - talk about a wallop (in beauty for the imagery, but still a wallop) with the opening stanza! And then, of course, the en suite? perfect closure. You never cease to amaze me Susie, with the tightness of your word choices, phrases and imagery, and metaphors. You have such a gift for really offering a creative perspective to topics, rendering them beautiful for the ugly, as it were. What an edge finely tuned and sharpened. Lessons learned here, indeed.
kaykuala said…
beauty is best reflected through
the charity of the heart.

You got it! Nothing beats this, Susie!

Hank
Beautifully realised in words, form and sentiment – and deep; bears some thinking on.
Fireblossom said…
This reminds me of a Hemingway poem (yes, poem!) called "The Age Demanded". Killer opening stanza.

I hope you enjoy the book!
Priscilla King said…
Tough love for a self-obsessed teen queen? I liked it. I tweeted it. The Twitter button then took me straight to my Twitter feed; had to click the back button twice to comment here.