The Unbearable Brightness of Beauty

Beauty

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Beauty, your colours

Wash the eye with paint and pain

In rainbow prisms

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Beauty, your music

Astounds the ear to silence

In cadenced rhythm

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Beauty, your raw touch

Stirs the flesh to birth and death

In passion driven

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Beauty, your deep scent

Calls forth sudden memory

In flash unbidden

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Beauty, your rich taste

Licks the tongue to wild delight

In manna given

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Beauty, your glory

Ripples water, shatters stones

In revelation

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by Gail

Empathieves

my first sonnet…

empathieves

Are empaths thieves, of feelings not their own?

Like magpies stealing precious shining rings,

They see the pain by strangers’ faces shown

And understand our secret hidden things

Our tears run down their faces, our delight

May swell their hearts with love or blood or pride,

Fond friends, or someone lonely in the night

Who saw us on the telly and who cried

Unwitting thieves perhaps, but nonetheless

Possessed of power to bless or else to curse,

They know our soul while others merely guess,

May mean well and may love us much; far worse

The psychopath, who sees us without feeling,

Devoid of empathy, beyond all healing

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by Gail