reflections of self
causes me to see
I’m not her
will never be.
fairytale lesson
heard, and told again
and again,
little girl, listen!
full skirt of amerillo,
beauty incomparable
obvious,
she’s Belle
and he: her beast
there is no you
in their story.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Are we not all the one
For whom the Belle tolls
While currently being
If we care so to be also
The one with the balls?
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Thank you for your addition, Ben. Inspiring poetry within you is truly humbling.
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Not forgetting John Donne of course. 🙂
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Right, of course. 🙂
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🙂
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Such exquisite detail in the photo of this beautiful flower. She who longed to be the show stopper flower but was always relegated to be more of a weed, standing by, watching, waiting for her turn. I feel the unrequited yearning of so many in these lines.
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Thanks for your understanding, Shari. Maybe the best seat is in the audience. Hugs ♡
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This is so good, Audrey, on so many levels. I’m reading it as a metaphor, but what a literally beautiful description!
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Yes, my poetry is usually hiding behind a metaphor. Thank you for tolerating me. Happy you found beauty in this poem. Sometimes I get caught up wishing I was a part of a scene , generally late in realizing I’m not needed or part of the equation. My hugs to you, friend. ♡
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Audrey, I do the same thing – hide behind metaphors. Many (if not most) of us poets do.
You’re not alone, we’re not alone. I feel much empathy for the way you’re feeling! All my life. And it can’t be a coincidence that most other writers do too. We are part if a scene though. This one that connects us and makes us resonate with each other. Hugs back to you, dear Audrey. 💐🌻🌹
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Yes, their is a bond there, for sure. We writers understand one another. Enjoy your day, Betty. 🙂
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Everyone is the Belle at some point, but Audrey, this poem is a perfect mirror to how loves likes to throw itself around ~ and leave some pain just to remind people that at times life is not a fairytale. A perfect line to end: “there is no you in their story.” What is the lyric of Garth Brook’s tune, ‘sometimes God’s greatest gift…” Cheers to a great week ahead Belle 🙂
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Sometimes a reminder is needed, Cowboy. Everyone’s “Belle” has a Beast I’m told. This flower made me think of this particular Princess’ dress.
You do a good job of pairing music with my poetry. May your week bring you contentment, Randall. ♡
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I like that, of course in my case it is: every Beast has its Belle 🙂 Cheers to a nice evening for you!
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Thank you. Smiles. Indeed, Mr. Collis. I should have written my response that way. I hope your day found inspirarion.
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Nope, I’m out of their story for sure. Lovely Audrey.
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I’m certain you and Ms Molly have a splendid story, John.
Thank you, Sir
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We do at that.
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Belle! This is truly belle dear Audrey as are you!
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I’m psych’d you see her, Holly. ♡ Belle and I similar…sigh. Thanks for the pep in my step. If only. xoxo
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xo
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♡
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She is a beauty. Love the detail you’ve got in her photo, especially the star-shaped … stigma, I think. Don’t we all want to be a princess? And aren’t we all special enough to be?!!
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I adore the fullness of her skirt, Debbie. I thought of sweet Belle instantly and how radiant she looked for The Beast. Definitely all special enough to be a princess for our own beasts version, yes. Thank you for your kind words. ♡
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