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😅.