The Beauty

Poem about the art and how we interpret it

Curves and lines,
so beautiful and bold
or maybe slightly faint
to be discreet and not shown.

A hard piece to ignore
with colors so bold
pastels that could blind
and darker ones that are untold.

Shapes seems so blended and unrecognizable
whichever you use is going to be likeable
you fight with your friends over what it really is
either way perceptions are suitable for either hers or his.

Circles that are never ending
which seem to go on for days
some hallway like the moon
and lines that swivel like a maze.



~by Bree Saxon~