The beauty of rust is not in its color
and not in the the view of
the horizon left free and unharmed.
The beauty of rust is not
in its nearness to soil,
it’s not in the lushness it feeds
to the battlefield grass
The beauty of rust lies in the waste
of a gun carriage — left
by the Germans retiring from Norway,
The beauty of rust is the silence
of iron tongued menace,
of boots left unpolished
of seaweed and men going home
The beauty of rust is what it’s not.
Today Mish prompts us to write about beauty in what’s ugly at dVerse. I cannot say that rusting machinery is beautiful even in a gorgeous setting, but knowing what it is makes it a true beauty.
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October 16, 2018