Sometimes we confuse the handsome faces

Sometimes we confuse the handsome faces,
With some regal hero's lithesome graces;
We'd like to wreathe fine flowers all around them
Only to find, they're poured from alien stone;
Or cast-out granite, by hard heart well-hone.
A prisoner of substances most elite;
Of habits that we don't care to repeat.

We'd thought their beauty rendered them divine,
A pure, salient spirit, unreached by time;
To find that perfect visage is corrupt,
Is like finding someone's spit into our cup,
Or wiped a perfect portrait in the Louvre
With some substance from the body, rude-
Almost as though god made a joke, most lewd.

carol
all is not as it seems

Linda Ori
Which proves you can't judge a book by its cover. You have to look inside to find the real content, and sometimes it's the exact opposite of what you expected.

sonetta
beauty can mask ugliness...but not too long.....

Fay Slimm
Yes how often we confuse beauty with glitter - - another profoundly worded piece Patti and enough to make us look twice at any historical value in a handsome stone face who perhaps had "habits we dont care to repeat." - -

Susan Jarvis
A wonderful poem - linguistic magnificence and poetic eloquence with just the merest hint of spit and s#*t - superb! It reminds me of that oh-so-true Oscar 'Wilde quote; No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.' - admirable on many levels. :)