Hello! It has been a while since my last post, but I have been busy! I work at a camp in the summer and the work and internet have been difficult. I wrote this last week but just now finishied the editing.
I had never heard of Pulchritude before, so this was a fun poem to work with. Pulchritude means physical beauty, so I based this poem on a proverb that reads, "Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord should be praised!"
So here is my Pulchritude. Enjoy!
Wilted
6/14/11
She stains her lips with regret,
A crimson color for tonight.
Velvet—like rose petals—
Once used to whisper praise.
Clothed in silk and treachery,
She walks on needles, purposefully.
She seeks to dazzle like the stars,
But diamonds will suffice for now.
She dabs her skin so nervously,
Cursing God, who gave her freckles.
Hoping that soil will cover her shame,
Grave digging for sake of complexion.
But the looking glass tells no soothing lies,
Her listless secrets lying awake inside.
Her soul buried deep within pulchritude,
She can’t help flinch as her eyes shine through.
Her charm seduces emphatically,
As her beauty threatens to waver.
But her spirit clashes violently
With the spirit that compels her.
And she will drink the night away,
And dance her feelings high,
But deep within her attitude,
A little child sits and cries.
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