‘The Searchers of Beauty’ by Brice U. Lawseed The Society April 16, 2014 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments “Beauty comes from life well lived.” —Wilbur Dee Case They are all looking for a loveliness refined, a beautiful design or feeling of sublime. And there are moments when they find it, and refind it, on their journeys through this world and this time. And they are happy then, so very glad indeed, the pleasure that comes to their lives gives them new rhyme, and with that harmony and chime, they plant a seed that grows, that climbs, and rises through the firmament. It then becomes a part of them, and this they breed. O how they wish that it could be made permanent. But this they cannot do. And yet, they are not blind. What they experience, whether joy or merriment (though fleeting be the feeling they have in their minds), they know it’s true and real, inspiring and kind; and so they happily accept it…on its terms. Featured Image: “The Wander above the Sea of Fog” by Caspar David Friedrich (1774–1840) NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Uwe Carl Diebes April 28, 2014 The Wanderer The Wanderer over the Sea of Clouds by Casper David Friedrich shows one man atop a rocky crag above the shrouds of fog and mist that stretch to a mountain. He and the tor he stands upon are dark, as if they were a silhouette in black. The picture of them there is rough and stark. He is in the center. We see his back. Before him, at his feet, the vista lies in sweeps and lines of white and pale blue hues that travel far beyond to distant skies, which there, in air, between the two suffuse. We see him viewing what he sees and seize upon that thought that holds him at those seas. Reply Brice U. Lawseed April 28, 2014 I know some didn’t like the last words in that poem “…on its terms.” but the reason was manifold for using it. First, following my rhyme scheme, it should have been a rhyme with blind and minds; but falling after kind linked to refined and refind, made for too thick of a rhyming cluster. Second, the idea I was trying to get across is that searchers of beauty are not fools, and realize not everything in life is perfect, hence the break in the rhyme. Third, they nevertheless are content with even this flawed universe we find ourselves in. Fourth, I liked how all three syllable echoed the earlier triplet of rhymes, firmament, permanent, and merriment. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.