Its beauty might be bruised

· by · in constanza, dVerse, poetry. ·

Artwork created from my own photo..

Artwork created from my own photo..


With scuff marks, scratches faded hues
against the wall a cupboard leans
once filled with secrets, hid the means

in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues
of treasures hidden, tucked away
where gifts been saved for better days

in time that passed as it’s been used
a chest of drawers, beating heart
with age what’s common turns to art.

Of memories its wood still ooze
it spreads a warmth, I hear its song
of beauty where my dreams belong

In joy and sorrow beauty’s bruised
by fumbling roots — the history
in fragments now a mystery.

With scuff marks, scratches faded hues
in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues
in time that passed as it’s been used
Of memories its wood still ooze
In joy and sorrow beauty’s bruised.

Today Mary want’s us to write about beauty in new ways at dVerse Poetics, I did thinking how we really see beauty different in Antiquities, where all that is considered worn and ready to leave becomes beautiful because of its history. I think you can read it as an elegy as well..
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March 24 2015

42 responses to “Its beauty might be bruised”

  1. Just like an elderly person – nicked, scratches, secrets, still oozing that beauty like when blemish free, but more beautiful now with the age.

  4. i love those old cupboards with their bruises and use-marks – they can tell so many stories… i have one myself of fir wood – and sometimes i just listen..smiles

  5. So true … Deep within there is the ooze of joy and sorrow. We may touch and if we are lucky we can feel a story inside its drawers..or if we listen…

  7. Love the rhyming verses in the constanza from, smiles ~

    There’s beauty in those bruises ~ Admiring this part best:
    Of memories its wood still ooze
    it spreads a warmth, I hear its song
    of beauty where my dreams belong

  11. i think we are the only species that cherishes the past through its scars, wrinkles, & artifacts; nice set of images put to rhyme. I still favor verse that goes commando, has internal rhymes, & runs amok across a page; but that’s just me. Brian has taught me a lot about the beauty of spaces & line breaks. I like your line /with age what’s common turns to art/.

  12. Yes, there is so much beauty left behind in the tracks of time… both in inanimate objects and animate as well 🙂
    I love the form you used in this one, it really worked so well.

  14. I have an old china hutch that belonged to my sister and was given to me after she passed away. As much as I tried to clean it, it’s still worn and aged, but that’s okay. To me it is beautiful because it was hers. Thanks for the reminder. Peace, Linda

  15. I was reminded of cups used in the tea ceremony, valued for the natural patterns created in the glazing process that reflect the beauty of the random event… in this case, multiple random events…
    Very nice, Bjorn.

  16. Yes our idea of beauty does change when things become antiques. The history becomes a sort of beauty.

  20. in time that passed as it’s been used
    Of memories its wood still ooze
    In joy and sorrow beauty’s bruised…..I love this. I have an appreciation for art and antiques. My father was an art collector …..

  21. really liked the complexity here, it’s very subtle. the word “been” in stanza two might be smoother with something like “were”. You’ve got several rich lines in this one, that stand alone like “With age what’s common turns to art” – nice write.

  24. The rustic character of “antiques” (cupboards, tractors, or people) is definitely a beauty to treasure…like your use of form too.

  26. Funny.. at times when people ask for evidence of a soul.. i lead them to a table.. where the soul of human creativity.. still exists in finely crafted legs.. and the souls that do come to use those legs in connecting souls of creativity.. with warm coffee mugs of heart..:)

  29. Old furniture seems to tell us a story and this is story seems even dearer and beautiful if it is family heirloom. I agree that this can be read as an elegy too.

  30. It is true Bjorn! Antiques and vintage vehicles are a case in point. No one can determine the price of their beauty. Perhaps how hard one desires an item has to do with the pricing. Great write!

    Hank

  32. The beauty of many an old piece does lie in its traces of use–soft patina, edges smoothed by countless fingers, a ding here, a wormhole there, all add to the warmth of an object. Also, i admire the inherent metaphor in your piece, Bjorn.

  33. I had almost similar one in our attic – when I was growing up and it still is a source of many memories of my childhood. So much richness in your beautiful inspiration.

  36. You did so well what I had originally wanted to do to adress this prompt, Bjorn. You brought facets that would not be considered to be beautiful, such as, “With scuff marks, scratches faded hues,” and you showed us the beauty within them…powerful writing indeed!

  37. I love this form and will have to follow up on it, a bit more, myself. I definitely feel the allure of olden things. Even everyday household items seem to be imbued with a part of history and of course the ghosts of those who once held them in their hands. “with age what’s common turns to art” – an inspired line. Such things do stir a deep connection and carry one’s sensibilities in directions they likely would not have gone in, without aesthetic stimulation.

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