Beauty: A Footnote


You find the beauty of a flower

In the petals that you see.

But that’s mere pigment, shape and style,

A prostitute for bees.


You exclaim ‘how pretty! oh how fine!’

At a face, a body or nose.

At the greed or luck of inheritance

Of substance’s foes.


And to this beauty you declare your love

In breathless dreamy prose,

You whisper life and shout unfair

When all its beauty goes.


And having wasted your intransience

In this love of the façade,

You sign your life into the breeze,

A signature not made.



© 2012 Thomas Halvë


N.B. My second poem that I have written in the ten years since I left school. I wrote it to enter a poetry challenge at


6 comments on “Beauty: A Footnote

  1. I like how you referred a beautiful flower as a prostitute for bees.

  2. BeeOne says:

    Lovely. The great tragedy for many is the resistance of the reality that all beauty blooms and fades. Change, the champion heart breaker.

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