Thursday, 30 June 2011
Thursday, 9 June 2011
Beautiful
Anyone can be beautiful. It's not about the clothing, the hair, the make-up. It's about the way your smile radiates warmth, or dancing when you're excited, no matter who's watching. How to be beautiful? There are no guidelines, and anyone who tells you otherwise is telling you how to be pretty. Pretty and beautiful are not synonyms. Pretty is a but an adjective, whereas beautiful is so much more. Beautiful is a sunset, or the rain, or being in love. Beautiful is singing in the shower, running at night, and laughing out-loud. Beautiful is the way a flower smells, or the feel of their skin.
Late Love by Jackie Kay
How they strut about, people in love,
How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
Their hair glossy, their skin shining,
They don't remember who they have been.
How filmic they are, just for this time,
How important they've become - secret, above,
The order of things, the dreary mundane,
Every church bell ringing, a fresh sign.
How dull, the lot that are not in love,
Their clothes shabby, their skin lustreless,
How clueless they are, hair a mess; how they trudge,
Up and down the streets in the rain.
Remembering one kiss in a dark alley,
A touch in a changing room, if lucky, a lovely wait,
For the phone to ring, maybe, baby,
The past with its rush of velvet, its secret hush.
Already miles away, dimming now, in the late day.
How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
Their hair glossy, their skin shining,
They don't remember who they have been.
How filmic they are, just for this time,
How important they've become - secret, above,
The order of things, the dreary mundane,
Every church bell ringing, a fresh sign.
How dull, the lot that are not in love,
Their clothes shabby, their skin lustreless,
How clueless they are, hair a mess; how they trudge,
Up and down the streets in the rain.
Remembering one kiss in a dark alley,
A touch in a changing room, if lucky, a lovely wait,
For the phone to ring, maybe, baby,
The past with its rush of velvet, its secret hush.
Already miles away, dimming now, in the late day.
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Love Is In The Air
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