To know what absolute beauty is
You’ll have to walk in flowery fields
Feel the warmth of the vibrant sunlight
As all these flower-heads dance in the breeze
Look at this sky that’s so clear and blue 
You are a bird flying up all day through
Dreaming to reach the stars that blink above
Drinking rain, painting life in your own hues
Everything needs to remain marvellous, bright
Every single dark corner lighted up by lights
For absolute beauty is unraveled by radiance
This luminescence that radiates behind eyesight
A certain type of beauty emanates from night too
With its stars and moon, all shiny things that grew
Out of darkness and vacuum spaces, that sadness
To become art that you have dreamed and drew
There’s a certain slant of light that unveils beauty
The absolute sublime, that undying profundity
That you’ll keep searching in states of great awe
Hoping to wake up every day enthused, feeling free.
-eiravel-

I started to write this poem with the word ‘absolute’ as prompt. I then thought of different adjectives, mainly positive ones, like absolute truth, absolute beauty, absolute power, absolute love; next I tried my best to poetically externalise my feelings about the subject matter, create an imagery of what absolute beauty looks like to me.

I also took the liberty to add the line “there’s a certain slant of light” by the poet Emily Dickinson in the composition of this poem, and where, suffering from a false memory (aka Mandela effect, where I form part of this group of people that thought that Mandela was dead at that time) the line “there’s a certain slant of light that oppresses like cathedrals” instead of the ‘original’ lines has been playing in rewind in my mind lately, for I wanted to understand this metaphor of Emily… asking myself whether she really experienced such a feeling when she was actually in a cathedral, or either she simply imagine such a scenery. Fortunately I searched more infos about the poem, else I would have fallen flat on my face😅.